The Heartwood [m] partyin' to hella late

The silence hung in the air for a while, but not in such a way that would be deemed awkward, and it hadn't passed his notice that she was also sat - maybe she was considering this more seriously that he had anticipated. She may not consider herself a female but there was no way for FitzDutiful to know this. The scent on the air was that of a female for those were the organs she was born with and there was indication that she identified differently, or indifferently, in the conversation that he had had already. Even if he had known, it wouldn't have bothered FitzDutiful in the slightest it would have only encouraged his desire to get to know her better.

Tatum jumped straight to the question of whether he wanted to recruit her and FitzDutiful looked over her androgynous figure before nodding his head. "Yes, I believe I am." To someone else he might have given the offer to use his pack as a stopping point but he didn't bother with Tatum. He wasn't entirely convinced that it would encourage her to accept and pack systems only existed as long as both the pack and the wolf got enough out of it. If that were to ever not be the case then the said wolf would be allowed to leave peacefully - FitzDutiful did not hold that over others.

"Fancy accepting?" he asked, wondering if she would say no straight away - rejection was more common when the wolves didn't come to the mountain seeking a home. As for future talking points, Foxhound intrigued him - a previous pack he assumed but not one that he had ever heard of before. Just another part of the mystery to delve into.