#the nose speck in the second photo was just a bit of dirt

[pangur-and-grim]

do you have photos of little larval belphegor and are you able to share them ( ´ ▿ ` )

sure! here he is at 2 days old:

here is 1 week:

and here he is at 2 weeks:

[tisfan]

Okay but rereading the asshole cat tony and wolf Bucky makes me reallllllly want that rabbit chasing scene because IT WOULD BE SO CUTE AND I NEED IT AFTER BEING REMINDED OF WHAT YOU DID TO BOTH OF THEM! If you had the time, could you write that? Pretty please?

shi-toyu said:I hope I’m putting this in the right place… The prompt for your Also Prey fic! Would you consider writing the scene where Bucky and Tony go out hunting together and Tony chases the rabbits to Bucky? Because I’m just imagining Bucky getting distracted watching Tony’s butt wiggle as he prepares to pounce and its ADORABLE! Also, anything involving more exasperation on Sam’s part.

First, They Must Catch You

Tonyparked the car just on the far side of the Great Swamp refuge.

A falcon circled overhead, thendove, nearly dive-bombing Bucky, who did a tuck-and-roll, coming up under theshelter of a tree. “Asshole,” he swore, brushing dirt off his pants.

The bird did another loop andlanded on the split-rail fence, talons biting into the ancient wood, thenshifted in a blur of feathers until Sam was sitting there, grinning that gap-toothedsmile. “You know you looked like a dumbass with your head out the window thewhole trip, right?”

Bucky restrained himself fromsnarling, the itch of shifting built at the base of his spine. “Not as dumb asyou looked, eatin’ mid-shift.” That was playing dirty, and Bucky knew it, butthey’d gotten an Assemble call when Sam’s falcon had a mouthful of pigeon. He’dshown up for the villain of the day with feathers still stuck to his shirt. AndClint had wandered around the Tower for the next three days singing Poisoning Pigeons in the Park.

Sam pulled out a camera from one ofhis myriad pockets in those hideous pants he liked to wear. “Thus, witness!” Heheld the camera up to his eye and took a photo. “Gonna catch y’all on film,catchin’ bunnies.”

Tony circled the car and came up onBucky’s side. “Buzz off, bird-brain,” Tony said; the way his hips were moving,Bucky could just imagine his tail lashing from side to side. “Or I might forgetwhat I’m hunting.”

Sam lowered his shades to give Tonya particularly scathing look. “Friends don’t eat friends,” Sam said.

Tony’s eyebrow went up. “Well, ifthey’re particularly good friends–” he started and Sam made a groaning, horrifiedsound.

“I don’t wanna know anything moreabout you and the Winter Smolder’s sex life.”

“So, go away,” Tony said, flappinghis hands at Sam.

“No can do,” Sam said. “You two aregoing to be distracted. I’ll keep an aerial view, just to be on the safe side.No one needs more POW time.”

Bucky sighed. That was Steve’sidea. And he wasn’t sure that he blamed Steve; all of them had had experiencesbeing captured or attacked while out on their own. But it wasn’t like Tony andBucky weren’t going to watch out for each other.

And it put his other plans,of rolling his boyfriend around on a grassy knoll somewhere, on hold.

Tony was already shedding a lot ofhis clothing – every wyr could take some items with them when they shifted,but the smaller forms sometimes got bogged down in it. Bucky was personallyamazed that Sam could shift into a flying form wearing full combat armor; andthen saddened, because it meant Sam had a lot of practice with quick-shifting.Of course, hanging out with Steve “Captain” Rogers had a way of doing that to aperson. Always had to have one eye open when you loved that little punk, and itwasn’t like Steve had relaxed any since taking a seventy year nap.

There was a simple blur and thenthe black cat was stropping around Bucky’s legs, twinning in between his calvesand purring fit to beat the band.

“Awww,” Sam cooed, climbing downoff the fence and holding out his index finger. Tony flattened his ears andhissed, going from cute-kitten to halloween demon in about three seconds. ButSam just kept his finger level and Bucky could feel the tension as Tony triedto resist, but eventually bounced over to Sam and touched the end of Sam’soutstretched hand with his nose. Tony allowed Sam to rub his ears and thenthrew himself into the dirt at Sam’s feet, rolling over to show off his belly.

“Don’t do it,” Bucky cautioned.“That’s a trap.”

“Tony’s not going to claw me up,”Sam said. Optimist.

Bucky shook his head. “It’s yourskin, man.” He let the burning at the base of his spine spread, pulling himselfup and in, shifting slow and easy. He always felt like changing forms wassimilar to waking up in the morning, a stretch and a yawn and the sense thatthere was a whole new day ahead of him. By the time he was done, he sat down onhis haunches, panting.

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Sam, who’d decided not to risk Tony’stemperament, was teasing the cat with a bit of long-grass, getting Tony to batat it, despite his best intentions.

Bucky stayed sitting; in their wyrforms, they were both still human, still capable of reason, but everything wasjust a little more… intense. Tony always needed a moment to adjust, to preparehimself to be so close to such a large predator.

Finally, Tony stopped playing withSam and strolled over, keeping his gaze averted until the last moment, when hestopped dead in front of Bucky and blinked a few times. Slow. Winked one eye,then the other.

Bucky nodded his huge head, thenlowered his nose until he was eye level with Tony. It was so hard to resist theurge to go totally canine, sniffing and nipping at his boyfriend until theywere rolling around, but Tony was too small for that. Also, Bucky really wantedto lick him, but the last time he’d given into that urge,Tony had bristled with offense, dripping wet with canine saliva and woundeddignity.

Bucky got to his feet; Tony wouldlead him to a good blind spot and they’d go hunting.

Well, except that Sam was stillbeing a dick. Bucky barely got a glimpse of something bright and flashingbefore a speck of light appeared against his quicksilver leg and Tony fucking pounced onhim, front legs wrapping around the limb, tail lashing furiously.

Laser pointer? Really?

Bucky lifted his muzzle and glared,wanting to snarl, but not wanting to frighten Tony, either.

Sam raised the camera with his freehand and snapped a few pictures before Tony realized that the evil red dot hadvanished and sheepishly let go of Bucky’s leg.

Tony put on his air ofI-meant-to-do-that and sauntered past Sam without looking at him. Bucky made todo the same, but when he got closer, he couldn’t resist his urges any longerand extended a long, very wet, tongue, and licked Sam from chin to temple,practically laughing in his face when Sam all but shoved his hand in Bucky’smouth, trying to push him away.

“Ug, man, you’re gross,” Samcomplained. “An’ you get to explain t’ Steve why you’re kissin’ me.”

Bucky treated Sam to a view of hisretreating tail as he put his nose to the ground and followed the scent of Tonyout into the fields.

He found the blind, because Tonyhad rolled around in the little hollow just on the leeward side of a hill,getting his scent everywhere. It would probably be a few minutes, at least,until he was chasing rabbits in Bucky’s direction, so Bucky took theopportunity to revel in Tony’s scent, to scrub his back in the grass and gethimself nice and coated in it. Drenched in the smell of Tony. He wanted toraise his muzzle and howl with triumph.

Two rabbits darted across his path;Bucky waited until they were past to give chase, getting a noseful of theirstrictly animal status. Not that he thought Tony would flush something sentientin front of him, but it was always best to be sure. Sometimes Bucky’s owninstincts got away from him when he started the chase.

He let his paws hit the ground,toenails digging into the soft soil. Bucky could run for days, just for the joyof running, the freedom of it. On the other paw, lunch.

It was over quickly; Bucky got tothe rabbit before it could dive into the warren tunnels and with a quick snapof his jaw, caught it up, shook it.

He was laying down with his kill,ripping into it with relish, when Tony bounded out of the woods, stopping justoutside Bucky’s lunging range, unwilling to tempt a wolf that had its danderup, so to speak.

Bucky wagged his tail a few timesagainst the ground, thumping it welcomingly.

Much to his surprise, instead ofcoming over to partake of wild rabbit, Tony crouched low to the ground, goldeneyes locked on… Bucky’s tail?

Bucky let his mouth loll open in awolfy grin and shifted his tail again, turning his attention back to lunch asif he hadn’t noticed. Wag. Wag.

Tony crouched low, chin almost onhis front paws. His tail lashed a few times.

Wag. Bucky kept his muzzle pointed away, watching Tony from the cornerof one eye.

And there went the butt; the tailswishing hard until Tony’s whole backside was swinging from side to side as heprepared to pounce. Twitch. Twitch.

Damn, that was so cute,Bucky could hardly resist. He thumped his tail one last time and Tony gave in,bouncing across the grass and attacking Bucky’s tail, hind feet kicking at theplush fur when he landed. Bucky tolerated the little fluffy menace until Tonygot a little too enthusiastic with the claws and Bucky whirled to nip playfullyat Tony’s hindquarters. Tony immediately released Bucky’s tail, rubbed up underBucky’s chin, purring up a storm.

Bucky nuzzled at his tiny boyfriendfor a moment before nosing at the remains of the rabbit, pushing a bit of foodat Tony. Tony, catlike in every way, sniffed it dubiously before deciding tohonor Bucky’s kill by taking a bite.

The rabbit didn’t last long, andbefore long, Tony was grooming his face meticulously, licking at his front pawand scrubbing over his ears. Bucky whumped over on his side, letting his tailwag contentedly.

From that position, Bucky couldwatch the sky and saw a shadow against the sun, circling them. Sam, keepingwatch.

Tony climbed up Bucky’s side andsettled on his shoulder, front paws kneading biscuits in Bucky’s fur. Buckytapped Tony with his nose, blinked a few times, and settled back into the grass.

Well fed, well loved, and lookedafter. Bucky let his eyes drift shut and slept.

Title from Richard Adam’s lovely story, Watership Down. Which is about rabbits, and forgive me for being a little demented, but when someone asked for a rabbit hunting fic, that was the first thing I thought of…

“All the world will be your enemy, Prince of a Thousand enemies. And when they catch you, they will kill you. But first they must catch you…”