[m] kings from the underground

Her “shade” tree wasn't a perfect umbrella — more like an umbrella with holes in it — but it kept the bulk of the rain off her, and henceforth served to Tatum's purposes. Though there was likely plenty of things she could have been doing, like patrolling the borders or something else useful towards Silvertip, she was bored. It was one of those days that sucked the fun out of everything, giving her a sleepy disposition all day, though this was likely borne of her boredom. The sound of footfalls was lost in the roar of the falls and her focus upon it, so when a voice seemed to melt out of nowhere, Tatum startled, slightly. Ears rose, alert, atop her crown before they slicked back to her skull, her teeth pulling back from her lips, forgetting in the wild moment, that she was relatively safe within the borders of Silvertip. Old habits died hard, however, and weren't as easy to kill as she would have liked. 

Tatum rose to her paws, shaking her coat free from whatever droplets had collected, silver eyes zeroing in on the ebony wolf as he approached, finishing his husky greeting with a question that struck her as flirtatious. Tatum resisted the urge to snort softly at the irony of how many times she got hit on by male wolves. This guy was the second in these Wilds (at least Tatum assumed FitzDutiful had been hitting on her), though was a number in a long list of men. If she had to count on her toes how many men had hit on her in her brief two years of life she'd run out of toes to count. She liked males, and was sometimes attracted to males but she found that it was the fairer sex that intrigued her the most. It was easy for her to find females that attracted her yet unbelievably hard to find one that returned the attraction. There was something about that hunt that thrilled the young rebel.

However, she had a specimen that seemed willing to verbal spar and throw flirtations around with her and she wouldn't so readily turn it away. “Pretty, huh?” Tatum mused, choosing to focus on one part of his question at the moment; he'd left an opening for her to tease and she couldn't help herself. “I keep hearing that and if you guys keep saying it, I might actually believe it,” Tatum spoke coyly, shifting her weight under the tree, ducking her head to avoid a low branch as she stepped out into the light rain. “Getting wet, obviously,” She teased him, offering him a wicked little twitch of her lips. Her attempts at trying to stay dry were futile and she didn't deign to spend all day in her den. “How about you, handsome?” Tatum returned the question with ease, wondering if this stranger would be as easy going about her sense of humor and nature or if it would scare him off.