[He buried his face further into Steve's ruff, drinking it all in, almost disbelieving that they had done something so reckless and stupid. Steve could have died, but here and now... this tawny blond wolf was the closest to his own kind that he had ever experienced. Normal wolves found wary interest but always kept their distance as human body language bled into wolf and vice versa. This though... God, this was amazing.

Steve smelled like morning dew and that dust that came with fresh sunlight after a long string of cold weather. He huffed a laugh, ignoring the sting of his chest as it would heal and then... the way that Steve moved. It was amazing and awkward at the same time. He squirmed away from the tongue and sat back, wiping at his face with the heel of his hand and just watched - overjoyed - at the newest attempt to run.

It was like watching a baby deer stand for the first time, all limbs, no balance and a mass which seemed intent on going in opposite directions to legs. It left him laughing again, huffing musical notes until there was this wide bulk of blond furry body landing on him. Steve clearly had no idea how much bulk as had been gained in this, as Bucky found himself flattened to the ground and completely covered in wolf-bulk.]

So rude! When was the last time I jumped all over you? Golly jeez, Rogers, you need to learn manners and how to run!

[Still, he jammed his fingers into thick fur and let Steve lick him, tension bleeding into pleasure as Steve's scent tantalized him in a way no other smell ever had. He didn't know what it meant, but he assumed it had to do with them being pack.]

You're as big as I am. Never thought you'd see that, now did you?