[ on my way again. bear ]

[buckingham barnes]

Even with his experience as the Winter Soldier and his relapses, Bucky hasn't experienced the phenomenon of going feral. Feral meant in a wild state, especially after an escape from captivity or domestication. Ferals don't seem to grasp the consequences of their actions, and are often unpredictable. There are certainly aspects that sound like the Asset, but the maine coon knows they aren't the same. Ferals generally don't listen to people, half of the time they can't even speak. And if they do speak, the sentences aren't complete- they aren't fluent. The Winter Soldier however, can speak English as perfectly as Buckingham. It too can make it's own decisions, even if it believes those choices are made out of malfunction. It's thoughts are deeply calculated and processed, and if it had to- can live a somewhat normal life in a clan. The nature of the Asset isn't mindless or numb. It's cold, cautious, threatening, and sneaky. Bucky would refuse to call the Asset a feral animal- if he did, he'd be tainting himself.

The Warden was padding through the territory, heading towards the border. Bucky had plans to patrol the border, and he was finally reaching it. As he began to make his way down the border, an unfamiliar scent and Venus's scent invaded his nostrils. Bucky was used to running across a few joiners during these patrols. Without even thinking what was waiting for them was a feral animal, the maine coon followed the scents. Making steps with silent as ever paws, the former assassin entered after Venus. Bucky glanced at Venus momentarily, his gaze slowly shifting onto the stranger. As his eyes landed on the newcomer, he froze at the size of the animal. A motherfucking bear.

Compared to other domestic felines, Bucky is slightly bigger than them. His fur probably makes himself look larger than he is, and being the biggest domestic cat breed probably helps. But compared to the bear, Bucky feels incredibly small. They are towering over the former assassin- if they wanted to, they could kill him with one swipe of their paw. And there's no way his claws will dig deeply into that thick fur. If they attacked for some reason, Bucky would be powerless. With a flick of an ear, the male stood more firmly, making himself look more confident and strong. "Hello," He said with a slow swish of his tail, having to look up to lock gazes with Sina.