[If you asked Steve, he'd say this was a bit overboard in regards to just making sure he was in 'peak condition' but he wasn't going to reject the change when it felt like it was going to fix everything that had been holding him. His mouth twisted at the response, eyes lowering as he listened to Bucky's confirmation. Hearing that he looked the same was good. It reassured something that was shaken and worried in him but poised a whole new challenging in them trying to explain this...Him...

People would be able to recognize him. Though, he's not sure anyone would be able to believe it. Steve scratched into Bucky's fur out of familiar habit, trying to wrap his mind around everything. He didn't have to ask for elaboration on how he smelled before. He knew it was sickly at best. Maybe weak in a way Bucky looked past, knowing better. He laughed soft at that verbal nudge.]

Not sure my wolf part can do anything about having two left feet.

[Stepping out on the town was really one of the last things on his mind. Steve scooted back, unsteadily pushing himself up to his feet. Another glance down came with a rush of heat that spread up to the tips of his ears and all the way down to his chest, he could feel it. The change made everything -- and he meant everything -- bigger. Pushing past that Steve tottered over to the were their pack was stowed.]

How the hell am I getting back, Buck? I don't-- I'm not sure anything's going to fit.