[ Tails flick as he stands in place for another few seconds, just staring straight on at Bucky with that same inscrutable, unblinking stare before shaking his head-- or shaking most of his upper body, as the action ripples from head to tails.
When he walks over to where Bucky's seated his gait slow and has an unintentional saunter. He settles half on the bedroll, half off, his flank close to Bucky's side. Always lies down the same way so far, pointed straight, his 'chin' resting on his forepaws. It makes him look unintentionally dramatic and depressed, which has probably been pointed out a few times by now, but it keeps all the sharp bits pointed toward the ground.
Even without contact he's radiating some kind of anxious energy that's been building the longer they're stuck here like this, overriding exhaustion from the transformation and the days of running supplies and rescues.
The muscles under his skin twitch.
It's not obstinance. It's his brain and his body at odds on multiple fronts. Probably would've paced a small ditch into the dirt if Bucky hadn't stopped him. ]
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When he walks over to where Bucky's seated his gait slow and has an unintentional saunter. He settles half on the bedroll, half off, his flank close to Bucky's side. Always lies down the same way so far, pointed straight, his 'chin' resting on his forepaws. It makes him look unintentionally dramatic and depressed, which has probably been pointed out a few times by now, but it keeps all the sharp bits pointed toward the ground.
Even without contact he's radiating some kind of anxious energy that's been building the longer they're stuck here like this, overriding exhaustion from the transformation and the days of running supplies and rescues.
The muscles under his skin twitch.
It's not obstinance. It's his brain and his body at odds on multiple fronts. Probably would've paced a small ditch into the dirt if Bucky hadn't stopped him. ]