The Heartwood [m] partyin' to hella late

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The presence of other wolves (or creatures for that matter) didn't particularly come as much of a surprise to Tatum considering though her attention had been dismissal at best in regards to the pack that inhabited this part of the Wilds she was not entirely unaware of their presence, after all. Measures had to be taken to avoid their borders, after all. The very last thing Tatum wanted was to be attacked for ignoring (or being ignorant of) borders. So she knew of their existence but beyond that couldn't be bothered to much care, at the moment. Tatum had known that it wasn't as if she'd had the entire forest to herself, but it still came as a slight surprise — having been caught off guard, (foolishly) unaware as she swaggered though sentinel trees and shrugging through brush — footfalls had become louder, heavier and then with what seemed like a blink of her silver eyes and a cock of her head to the right she was staring at ivory wolf peppered with brown. They were about the same height though he was buff as fuck, compared to her wiry muscles. She'd always desired to keep her muscles firmer than what was considered 'feminine' by Foxhound's standards if only because she was 'non-binary' in sophisticated terms but in layman's terms: she didn't associate with either gender in particular despite her “birth” gender. Her options were limited so she worked with what she'd been given because it was what she had.

“Hey,” Tatum responded to the stranger's initial greeting, offering a coy little smirk as she finished admiring him. She appreciated his masculinity (perhaps in a way that might have been a little bit envious) but she wasn't looking with what could have been perceived as interest. Not only was he impressively ripped, he was also an Alpha, she learned as he introduced himself; which begged the internal question of why he was away from his pack (it failed to compute in Tatum's brain that alpha(s) do have lives outside of their packs — somewhat), and why he was taking the time to talk to her if it wasn't something overly important that involved his kingly presence; because she sure as hell wasn't important. A sarcastic and witty loner with the mouth of a sailor. “Tatum,” She offered with a casual nod of her head. “So what's a big shot like you doin' around here talking to nobodies like me?” Tatum inquired, verbally teasing him in a 'poking fun' kind of way. She didn't necessarily see herself as a “nobody” she had as much worth as Mr. Dutiful here, but surely he had better things he could be doing? Or maybe he didn't, and her question invited him to explain his purpose of greeting her, whether it was just a casual 'oh, i'll stop and just say hi' or for something else she had yet to know.

Thanks for joining this! <3 Also, I hope you don't mind swearing. Tatum does a lot of it (also because of the swearing I marked this as 'm').