[He wondered how much of a shock this was going to be for Steve, learning not only a wolf's body but these human changes as well. He wondered how they were going to blend in, how he was going to explain the big blond that he was hanging around with, how they were going to explain why Steve could suddenly do jobs that the smaller version could not. There were so many questions, and none of them mattered regardless of how they buzzed around his head. If they had done this so long ago, none of these explanations would be required at all and Steve wouldn't have fought through years of fevers, death scares and the sensation of freezing at night.
He stepped back when Steve sat up, noting the height difference and how the blond's eyes had to drink in everything from a different logistical point. Sitting up, Steve was taller than his previous stature. He whined softly, giving his tail a small wag even as a fistful of fur was seized. He tipped his nose to sniff and nudge at the wide wrist connected to that hand, aware he should change back so they could hurry along.]
The wolf part of you made certain that you were in peak condition in all aspects of your life. [His eyes flicked back to almost rest on his head, anxious and sad that Steve had suffered when this could and always would be the result of a change. If he had done this when they were teenagers... the growth spurt could be explained away.] I... yes, your face, your hair all look the same, even though you've filled out in the cheeks and have a blush of health. You smell healthy too...
[And maybe that was the worst part: people would recognize Steve eventually. They may just have to leave Brooklyn in order to hide this from people, but first, they would have to give the blond time to sort out all the physical differences. That could be a dangerous time. Or maybe not. People were occupied with war, but that was not a wolf's concern. Maybe, just maybe, tongues wouldn't wag over this.]
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He stepped back when Steve sat up, noting the height difference and how the blond's eyes had to drink in everything from a different logistical point. Sitting up, Steve was taller than his previous stature. He whined softly, giving his tail a small wag even as a fistful of fur was seized. He tipped his nose to sniff and nudge at the wide wrist connected to that hand, aware he should change back so they could hurry along.]
The wolf part of you made certain that you were in peak condition in all aspects of your life. [His eyes flicked back to almost rest on his head, anxious and sad that Steve had suffered when this could and always would be the result of a change. If he had done this when they were teenagers... the growth spurt could be explained away.] I... yes, your face, your hair all look the same, even though you've filled out in the cheeks and have a blush of health. You smell healthy too...
[And maybe that was the worst part: people would recognize Steve eventually. They may just have to leave Brooklyn in order to hide this from people, but first, they would have to give the blond time to sort out all the physical differences. That could be a dangerous time. Or maybe not. People were occupied with war, but that was not a wolf's concern. Maybe, just maybe, tongues wouldn't wag over this.]
The dames are going to be all over you, Rogers.