That's right above from where you are

Itzel was, admittedly, entirely overwhelmed by the amount of wolves that had gathered here. She shrunk next to her sister, chewing on the inside of her lip nervously-- here, it was nothing like grandfather's den or like anywhere in Taviora at all. Did they not understand that she couldn't follow all of their conversations at once? Nonetheless, it was a comfort to have Citlalli here, and it made her feel just slightly more brave to have her sister at her side. She glanced up at the larger girl with uncertainty in her split-colored eyes, just as she leaned towards her to whisper. "I... do not know." She replied, furrowing her brow in concern and confusion. No matter how nervous she was, no one was going to sidle up to her sister.

Her eyes remained fixed on the male, watching as he paced around, continuing to stare at Citlalli before finally turning around and walking the other way. Itzel frowned, feeling her sister shift and twitch beside her, clearly restless about this strange boy. Their parents had told them about imprinting, but the girl had never assumed that it would happen to either one of them. It certainly couldn't be... but then again, this boy wasn't very handsome, while her sister was very pretty. Itzel doubted that Citlalli would be anything near interested in a boy either way. She snorted lightly, bumping her shoulder against her sister's, trying to communicate that she should knock it off. No one needed some strange boy after all, and what would Mom and Dad say if she brought him home? They were much too young for anything like that.

The nudge made her take her eyes off of the boy for a moment too long. "No... Maybe soon. You?" She said, though she was honestly too distracted with this stranger to contribute much in the way of conversation. Itzel turned when Citlalli did, rising to her paws and facing the boy as he approached them. She backed up slightly, making her field of vision a bit broader so she could follow the conversation more easily. He walked up to her sister, being all weird and staring, before he finally blurted out some words. Even Itzel could tell that his voice was rude and demanding. The girl huffed, stepping forward, placing her front half in between the two and glaring.

"No being rude with sister Citlalli. Go away, if you are going to be an... ass." She snorted, stamping a paw on the ground for emphasis. She just wouldn't have some stranger come over here and demand things, imprint or not.