Bucky growls again, another inviting sound. This is suddenly the most appealing thing in the world, and he tips his head thoughtfully. A big part of him wants to make a den and wait until the moon finally fades from the sky. A lazy night spent with his new mate, but eventually he speaks. "We should run."

His forelimbs are longer like this; he could run on all fours if he chose to, and it wouldn't even be that awkward to do. He wants to hunt, to show this alpha how powerful he is, how strong of a mate he's getting.

Right now in this moment, he's grinning wildly, not wanting to think about how apprehensive he had been about the ritual, or the praises he will get for saving both tribes. No, right now all he really wants is to be by Steve's side. "The elders won't expect us back for hours."