She waited by Itzel's side, content to keep her sister company until they made friends or found some other way to keep themselves busy. She could just make out a small group of younger wolves near the edges of the gathering, arguing about something while two of them strutted like peacocks. She snickered under her breath, her eyes lighting up with amusement as the scene. But then another wolf moved in behind them, seemingly distracted. He was on a mission, but for what, she didn't know. He seemed to be looking for something so out of curiosity, she let herself look around as well hoping that maybe she could help him find whatever it was he was looking for. But she came up empty after a little while, her tail swishing behind her. Then the strangest thing happened. It was like touching someone and your hair standing up on end, like a zap just beneath the skin that traveled through her whole body. At first she blamed it on Itzel, figuring maybe she was carrying some friction electricity on her or something and Citlalli must have touched her, so she scooted away a little.

But the feeling didn't go away. She kept feeling someone watching her so she snapped her head around, only to see the male who was looking for something checking her out. Was he checking her out? Maybe she was just blocking something. She moved to the side, but his eyes followed her. What the hell? Her ears flicked back uncertainly and she leaned toward Itzel. "Psss, hey, do you see that guy? Why does he keep looking over here?" Somehow she thought Itzel must know. Her tail swished behind her as she continued to watch the male. Finally he looked away and she was able to relax some but the next thing she knew, he was looking at her again. She felt charged when he looked at her and it made her feel uncomfortable. Restless, almost. She looked at him again, her ears pricked attentively. Why did he keep doing that?

The next time she looked up, the male was walking in the opposite direction. Why did she have a sudden feeling of disappointment? It wasn't like she wanted him to come talk to her or anything....right? She shifted, suddenly more restless than before. It was like the further he walked away from her, the more of an urge she felt to go closer, to bridge the distance. What was wrong with her? She leaned and moved her head, doing anything she could to keep him in sight with her feet firmly planted. She would NOT let herself be fooled into talking to some strange boy. If he wanted to talk to her then he could come to her. Her ears flicked back again, something in her very soul disagreeing. Wait...her soul? Her gaze snapped to her feet as she thought about it. Could it be.....no. Definitely not. He couldn't be her IMPRINT, right? That would just be weird.

They were only two for pete's sake! She remembered her parents talking about it and just the idea made her shift her weight again in discomfort. the symptoms fit, but it wasn't like her soul was telling her "hey girl, he's your soul mate. Just go with it." That had to mean it was just some fluke or something. Maybe she'd feel the same curiosity with the next boy to come through. Nodding her head as if to further agree with that logic, she nudged her shoulder playfully into Itzel and leaned in to whisper. "So, anyone strike your fancy, sis? Feeling any magical tingles?" Her eyes twinkled teasingly at her sister but a part of her was asking for her own research. If Itzel imprinted here then maybe she could help Citlalli understand what it felt like. But instead she was greeted with the sound of someone coming toward them. She snapped her head around, only to gasp in surprise to see none other than the boy strutting right up to her with that same purpose.

He didn't look happy either. Her ears folded forward attentively, trying to be polite, but her brow raised at him expectantly. He didn't leave her waiting for long, staring silently for a few seconds before he straight out asked who she was. She blinked at the tone of the voice before her own lips set in a scowl and her tail flicked in slight agitation. "Well, that was rude." She snorted before continuing. "I'm Citlalli and this is my sister, Itzel. Now...who may I ask is this bright ray of sunshine I'm talking to?" Her eyes bore into him matter of factly, gleaming almost in a daring fashion. So much for thinking she wanted to actually go talk to this boy. Who did he think he was?