[There were so many times Steve wanted to come right out and say he wasn't banking on trying to get a girl's attention like Bucky did. He was all left feet on the dance floor, if he even tried -- though not too bad at it when they'd practiced at home. It seemed even less relevant now that he was a wolf too. If nobody else in the world ever turned their heads to look at him than Bucky, he'd be fine. In fact, it'd be business as usual.
Just as long as Bucky still turned to look at him -- that was all that mattered to him. And on the other side Steve could appreciate the way he hunted in a new light. He moved swiftly, a dark streak that was on it's intended prey before it could even cry out. The rabbit never had a chance. And while Steve rolled his eyes a bit at the way Bucky danced back to him, he leaned forward and gave into the instinct of licking at Bucky's muzzle in thanks.
Typically he'd have to gut, skin, clean and cook one of their kills before he could ever take a bite. Over the years he'd gotten quick at it, good with the knife he used. Now he followed the same path, nudging over the rabbit with his nose, putting one of his paws down to keep it in place as he ripped into the stomach. He didn't avoid the meat of its organs like he did before, when they'd be tossed over to Bucky. Those he wanted, grunting as he tore and shoved his nose into the warmth. It was good.
Steve resurfaced a minute later, licking at the mess around his lips. He nudged at the rabbit.] Do you want any?
[He wasn't the only one that'd had a trying night.]
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Just as long as Bucky still turned to look at him -- that was all that mattered to him. And on the other side Steve could appreciate the way he hunted in a new light. He moved swiftly, a dark streak that was on it's intended prey before it could even cry out. The rabbit never had a chance. And while Steve rolled his eyes a bit at the way Bucky danced back to him, he leaned forward and gave into the instinct of licking at Bucky's muzzle in thanks.
Typically he'd have to gut, skin, clean and cook one of their kills before he could ever take a bite. Over the years he'd gotten quick at it, good with the knife he used. Now he followed the same path, nudging over the rabbit with his nose, putting one of his paws down to keep it in place as he ripped into the stomach. He didn't avoid the meat of its organs like he did before, when they'd be tossed over to Bucky. Those he wanted, grunting as he tore and shoved his nose into the warmth. It was good.
Steve resurfaced a minute later, licking at the mess around his lips. He nudged at the rabbit.] Do you want any?
[He wasn't the only one that'd had a trying night.]