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</div></div><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Vesper Libre"><span style="font-size: 12px">Tatum took a huge bite of her steak, savoring the flavors even as she poured A1 sauce over most of it. One of the best parts about being a werewolf? Heightened senses, and  what's one of the best senses of all? Taste. For sure. Even when she was fully human, her appetite was mostly protein based and she was far from a princess kind of eater. Anyone who called her Princess would have to be doing it ironically only, otherwise the title didn't fit this particular chick. Damsel in distress? Much more fitting. But cute princess? Not really. The dressing stuck onto her cheeks, and her eyes looked for the nearest napkin, knowing she'd need them pretty soon. Earlier she did overhear Melody chiding Silas about his way of eating, but she couldn't particularly blame either party. Had his retort not been so funny to Tae, she would have just sat there and thought about both sides of the argument. Yeah sure, it was nice to eat prim and proper, but Tae always struggled with that anyway, so she didn't really blame the male for eating how he did-even if there was room left for improvement on how much food had actually entered his mouth. Their natural instincts were supposed to be animalistic anyway, right? Either way, the dinner was delicious, and she made a mental note to thank whoever was responsible later. <br/>
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Though her social nature was put on the backburner during this gathering, she remained poised in case anyone directly referenced her or sought her out. Chocolate eyes jumped from Silas, to Melody, then back to the Alpha, only for her attention to finally remain on Enzo. Oh Enzo. Ever the type to volunteer as the devil's advocate, his voice was not a surprise to hear, neither was seeing his facial expression. Taking another bite of the steak, she chewed slowly, taking a sip of water right after. It was hard not to contemplate over the man's words and their overall truth factor rating. After all, years ago, research on wolves showed this was exactly how the animals handled disputes. There wasn't any sort of open-hearted communication with tails swinging and paws waving about as they came to an agreement. If there was a problem, dominance and aggression were the key to figuring out who came out on top. Could this translate into their human bodies but instinctive patterns? Possibly. Maybe a good ass-kicking was all one person needed to make the other shut up. Regardless of how amusing the thought was, Tae couldn't help but feel pressure on her chest at the thought. A werewolf out of control. That was all her nightmares needed to see to give them fuel for another sleepless moonlight. Her eyes closed, her chest rose and fell in a calming rhythm, and her fingertips tapped against the silver knife on her thigh. <i>It's fine. Nothing's gonna happen...</i><br/>
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Somewhere in between Enzo speaking and then Hop attempting to correct a man that can't be corrected, two others joined their merry gathering, and Tae was tempted to start singing the Campfire Song Song at this point. One was a fellow Hunter, who was a mouse as she scurried to blend in seeing as she was running late. The other, well Tatum internally grimaced. The mood was clearly not read as he approached and offered his apology in between the current dispute. Poor fellow. At least he was respectful about his tardiness. The brunette looked at the older male's glass of bourbon, wondering what brand it was. Occupational curiosity, if you well. Another bite later and she was finished, pushing her plate forward and grabbing a couple napkins to wipe her cheeks and fingers. By this time, the Alpha had replied to Enzo, and Tae raised a brow at the response. He wasn't wrong. Neither were, in particular. In the end, it all boiled down to timing, and most of all, the Alpha's say so. If he declared this get together to be peaceful, then that's what it was going to stay as. Simple as that. From her perspective, it felt like the Alpha was babysitting, and that made all of this all the more amusing.</span></span>