[Bucky searched out the woods, chasing off a few coyotes and driving a fox and a few rabbits into their lairs. He found some bear scat, but it was at least two days old and now fresh trail to speak of. He circled the woods to be certain, checking the usual spots and taking extra care on the spots that he might not normally think of giving that he and Steve would normally be loping together and there was less danger with the blond clinging to his back.
At the mood swelled and rose higher, the urges and the ideas infiltrated his mind. The suggestion was enough to tip the scales in a direction he normally wouldn't consider; the making of a pack member was sacred, he thought. It could define them both, and it could bring unexpected joy, a truer sense of belonging and a bond that he thought he could name but couldn't quite fathom as he had never experienced it before. He was coming to understand how much he wanted it as he looped back to find Steve standing on shorts waiting for him. This was home; this was pack.
He melted from the treeline, walking forward and sniffing at the blond, ruffling blond hair with the puffing breaths and then shaking his head. There was no one; it was simply them and the urges slid through his veins, infecting every aspect of him. He shifted back to his human form as he thought this would be easier than if he stayed as a wolf. For one, he would do less damage to Steve in this form. For two, it wouldn't be a fight. It was a give and take, as they had always been when no one else could understand that principle. To them, Steve was less than him. To him, Steve was everything he ever wanted and needed in a best friend.
Naked, he stood before his best friend, glancing pointedly at Steve's shorts.] Lose the shorts or potentially lose them for good, Rogers. [He lifted his right hand to his lips, chewing on a claw which had not reverted. His teeth was sharpened as well, the wolf lurking and pacing with excitement in his eyes. They glowed here, and his nostrils flared as if to drink in the entire scene.]
Last chance to turn this into a run and nothing more. Otherwise... I'm going to bite you, Stevie. Then, I'm going to bite myself and we'll share blood. Your body won't be able to help itself but to drink it in. Every person wants to be a wolf.
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At the mood swelled and rose higher, the urges and the ideas infiltrated his mind. The suggestion was enough to tip the scales in a direction he normally wouldn't consider; the making of a pack member was sacred, he thought. It could define them both, and it could bring unexpected joy, a truer sense of belonging and a bond that he thought he could name but couldn't quite fathom as he had never experienced it before. He was coming to understand how much he wanted it as he looped back to find Steve standing on shorts waiting for him. This was home; this was pack.
He melted from the treeline, walking forward and sniffing at the blond, ruffling blond hair with the puffing breaths and then shaking his head. There was no one; it was simply them and the urges slid through his veins, infecting every aspect of him. He shifted back to his human form as he thought this would be easier than if he stayed as a wolf. For one, he would do less damage to Steve in this form. For two, it wouldn't be a fight. It was a give and take, as they had always been when no one else could understand that principle. To them, Steve was less than him. To him, Steve was everything he ever wanted and needed in a best friend.
Naked, he stood before his best friend, glancing pointedly at Steve's shorts.] Lose the shorts or potentially lose them for good, Rogers. [He lifted his right hand to his lips, chewing on a claw which had not reverted. His teeth was sharpened as well, the wolf lurking and pacing with excitement in his eyes. They glowed here, and his nostrils flared as if to drink in the entire scene.]
Last chance to turn this into a run and nothing more. Otherwise... I'm going to bite you, Stevie. Then, I'm going to bite myself and we'll share blood. Your body won't be able to help itself but to drink it in. Every person wants to be a wolf.