You were, but now you can't get winded or fatigued. Double the work for me!

[More like triple the work for him, what with the way that Steve managed to twist around and kick and bite at him like that. This had never happened before, and he was momentarily taken aback by the strength and speed under him. Then he drove head first into these new possibilities, of the lack of limitations as before; this was the first full moon he growled and bit at Steve playfully rather than just shoving his body at the blond aware that it would overcome his friend.

Now he had to scramble with paws to the forest floor, digging up dirt as he rose and crow-hopped on Steve pounced him. He twisted his head around to growl and nip at legs and the underside of Steve's jaw, having so much fun. Not that he didn't have fun before, but this was different; they were even in strength and size now.

He huffed a laugh and bucked Steve on his back before flopping over and rolling onto his back, kicking all four feet at the blond.]

Brownie wouldn't even make a good snack that thing is so small! I'm not related to rabbits in the form of dogs!