The Heartwood [m] partyin' to hella late
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FitzDutiful's answer was as straight forward as her question had been — something that Tatum that could wholeheartedly say that she preferred. She didn't believe in beating around the proverbial bush and hated when others danced around what they really wanted to say. She enjoyed the thrill of battling her wits and cynicism as much as the next sarcastic creature out there but she also liked knowing where things stood, having everything laid out neatly on the table for her. Tatum was silent for a while, letting it drift between them as she contemplated his words. Pledging herself to a pack, so soon after arriving in these Wilds didn't give her the opportunity to directly check out the other packs; yet on the other side of that spectrum: where was she going to find a chill Alpha like FitzDutiful? The odds were always against Tatum (she learned the hard way) when it came to how well she was received. Silvertip might have realistically been her only option, for all she knew; and what if she rejected him and found out what she already suspected as true? What if his offer had a limited window? She didn't like pressure, being a very free-spirit as she was. Tatum walked to the beat of her own drum, which often held it's own complications. Her march rarely picked up in it's intensity unless it was absolutely needed — but she despised being pressured into situations.

Her ears slicked back to rest at half mast atop her skull for a few seconds before they slowly rose back up to rest alert atop the crown of her skull. Worst case scenario was she didn't like it; or that Mr. buff as fuck wasn't as chill in his own lands as he was out here, removed from the pressures of his kingship. She wouldn't be chained to the place, and could freely leave if she hated it (not without repercussions, surely, but still). “Eh, why the hell not?” Tatum accepted casually in her Tatum-esque way with a lofty roll of her shoulders. “I'll give you and your Silvertip a try.” Becuase, she couldn't, as she feared earlier, think of a reason as to say 'no'.
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[m] partyin' to hella late - by Tatum - June 22, 2015, 05:30 PM
RE: partyin' to hella late - by FitzDutiful - June 24, 2015, 07:19 AM
RE: partyin' to hella late - by Tatum - June 24, 2015, 01:55 PM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by FitzDutiful - June 24, 2015, 02:43 PM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by Tatum - June 24, 2015, 03:20 PM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by FitzDutiful - June 24, 2015, 03:48 PM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by Tatum - June 24, 2015, 04:21 PM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by FitzDutiful - June 25, 2015, 07:53 AM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by Tatum - June 25, 2015, 03:47 PM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by FitzDutiful - June 26, 2015, 07:22 AM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by Tatum - June 26, 2015, 03:50 PM
RE: [m] partyin' to hella late - by FitzDutiful - June 28, 2015, 06:32 AM