[Bucky was very much aware of his size, so he instantly noticed how Steve's shoulders rose slightly higher than his own, the slope of backs the same. They were the same length and their eyes glowed in the same inhuman way, especially highlighted tonight after all the rigors and stress of the change on them both. This night had provided an unexpected bounty, and for the moment, he could forget that they might have some explaining to do in the morning when his small, slight friend was replaced with someone far larger and muscular.

He kept his lope easy, letting Steve find footing on those long legs, and he was in no hurry to leave his packmate behind. Of course, he was still the competitive sort, and he tossed his head in faint challenge as Steve came up alongside him.] Still can't make a turn to catch the eye of a dame though.

[He laughed, his own eyes darting after the rabbit. Instantly, he twisted midstep and took off while Steve almost upended into a tree. His eyes swiveled and his large body ate the ground before he gave a practiced leap and landed right on the prey, snapping its back and then catching its head in his jaws and giving a quick shake to break its neck and end its suffering and fear. Trotting over, he went back to prancing as he presented his bounty to his packmate, an offering of the good times they would share.

Tonight, Steve would hunt with him. First, his friend needed fresh meat to regain energy and have a bit more time to learn how this new form worked.] The trick with hunting is not to drive up the fear; too much fear sours the meat. It's still edible but... just doesn't taste as good.