[Bucky didn't want to go back either, but they had obligations as humans and more than that, this would be good practice for Steve. A wolf had to know how to change quickly in order to avoid detection, and besides, once they were back at their small apartment, they could both return to their wolf forms and sleep in that poor mattress that would have to endure two big wolf bodies on it rather than one big wolf and a tiny human being. They could sleep away the day with familiar smells, and Steve could learn to maneuver in the apartment so as not to knock everything over by brushing by.
It was a lot harder than it looked in small areas. He had years of practice, but he figured that the more that Steve was exposed to early, the faster his friend could learn to enjoy the bigger wolf form. There was no shame in being small or nimble, but this close to the city and with all the racket that they had made, it was better that they were not here come the full light.
He settled down next to their pack and clothes, not about to change until after Steve had managed it. It wouldn't do for him to make it look so easy when he knew that it was a difficult process and especially tiring. He personally expected Steve's human form to remain much the same, though all those ailments corrected. That would be something to explain, but they would have to come up with an excuse at some point. Maybe Steve finally would have the depth perception to punch some bully for real this time?
He waited, offering only little hums of encouragement as Steve tried and tried, and his ears pricked forward when he smelled a change in the air. It was followed by a transition of Steve from massive wolf to... Oh sweet Jesus.
Steve was big, probably bigger than he was, all muscle and peek physical maleness. There were layers of muscles, wide shoulders and not a single crooked bit of spine anywhere close. Tall too even though Steve was not standing, and after his brain stopped being stalled on what he was seeing, he felt his stomach drop out as he immediately thought, 'how are we going to explain this?' No one would believe that the runty Steve Rogers that lived in that apartment was this beast of a man, and yet, he also felt water stinging his eyes as well.
Why hadn't they done this earlier? So much pain and suffering Steve had fought against with physical conditions and the perceptions of society? All of that seemed to be gone now; Steve smelled healthy and earthy, like a forest after rain. It was unbelievable and yet... he felt wronged by having delayed in this even if before Steve had suggested it, he had never considered it as an option. Why would he? Instinct told him not to with this pack.
Rising, he padded over, sniffing at Steve's thighs and ass and then lifting his great head to rest it on that broad strong back. He rubbed his furry chin there.]
I'm sorry we waited so long... if I had known you would be fixed, you would survive... gosh, Stevie, I would have done this years ago. I'm so sorry.
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It was a lot harder than it looked in small areas. He had years of practice, but he figured that the more that Steve was exposed to early, the faster his friend could learn to enjoy the bigger wolf form. There was no shame in being small or nimble, but this close to the city and with all the racket that they had made, it was better that they were not here come the full light.
He settled down next to their pack and clothes, not about to change until after Steve had managed it. It wouldn't do for him to make it look so easy when he knew that it was a difficult process and especially tiring. He personally expected Steve's human form to remain much the same, though all those ailments corrected. That would be something to explain, but they would have to come up with an excuse at some point. Maybe Steve finally would have the depth perception to punch some bully for real this time?
He waited, offering only little hums of encouragement as Steve tried and tried, and his ears pricked forward when he smelled a change in the air. It was followed by a transition of Steve from massive wolf to... Oh sweet Jesus.
Steve was big, probably bigger than he was, all muscle and peek physical maleness. There were layers of muscles, wide shoulders and not a single crooked bit of spine anywhere close. Tall too even though Steve was not standing, and after his brain stopped being stalled on what he was seeing, he felt his stomach drop out as he immediately thought, 'how are we going to explain this?' No one would believe that the runty Steve Rogers that lived in that apartment was this beast of a man, and yet, he also felt water stinging his eyes as well.
Why hadn't they done this earlier? So much pain and suffering Steve had fought against with physical conditions and the perceptions of society? All of that seemed to be gone now; Steve smelled healthy and earthy, like a forest after rain. It was unbelievable and yet... he felt wronged by having delayed in this even if before Steve had suggested it, he had never considered it as an option. Why would he? Instinct told him not to with this pack.
Rising, he padded over, sniffing at Steve's thighs and ass and then lifting his great head to rest it on that broad strong back. He rubbed his furry chin there.]
I'm sorry we waited so long... if I had known you would be fixed, you would survive... gosh, Stevie, I would have done this years ago. I'm so sorry.