She could tell Itzel was nervous but she usually was around big groups of wolves. Citlalli knew she felt overwhelmed sometimes because she couldn't hear everyone but she was so proud of her sister for overcoming what others might see as a handicap and using it as a strength. Itzel was almost a pro now at lip reading and Citlalli found it second nature now to exaggerate her lips a little when talking to make it easier for her sister to read her lips. She did it even when Itzel wasn't around, as if to give her sister the opportunity to eavesdrop just like a normal wolf. Because that's what Citalli wanted for her sister, a normal life. Her sister didn't seem to know either why the boy kept looking over at them. It was definitely curious. She could feel Itzel's protectice instincts kicking in, watching the boy like a hawk herself now as if poised to defend Citlalli's honor should he think to try something. Her sister truly was brave and noble, just like everyone else in their family. They all believed in doing what's right and protecting their own.

When the boy acted as if he might walk away and leave them, Citlalli couldn't help the restless energy she felt welling up in her. She was anxious suddenly, as if she wanted to run after him, make him stay. But that would be silly so she forced her legs to freeze right where they were. Her sister needed her. But she was sure Itzel could read her nervous energy. She heard her sister snort and felt her insistent nudge. The gesture was clear. Itzel was trying to get her to get a hold of herself. Citlalli sighed and clenched her jaw. She didn't know why it was so hard to be still all of a sudden, like the boy actually meant something to her. She'd never even met him before. So why did she suddenly feel so incomplete without him near? Citlalli was trying to distract herself by asking Itzel questions but it backfired on her. When she asked her sister if she was feeling any magical tingles, Itzel told her no but then asked about her. Her eyes widened for a second. She didn't want to lie to her sister but did it count as lying if she didn't know what she felt?

She shrugged her shoulders and looked at her paws for a minute before looking back at her sister. "I don't know. I just feel...weird. It has to do with him." She nudged her nose toward the boy right before he decided to come right over to them. Even though her heart started racing a little at his approach, she still straightened her spine and faced him head on. She could feel the cold air between them as Itzel backed up a little but she knew her sister's trick to better watch their conversation. She held her ground and when the boy demanded who she was, Itzel huffed and moved herself in between, the image of a warrior ready to defend blood. Citlalli couldn't help but smirk at her sister's fiesty attitude. Her eyes lit up with pride as her sister scolded the boy, telling him he was being an ass.

She even chuckled a bit under her breath at the word she was sure her mother would not like to know she said. She wouldn't tell on her sister, though. She wasn't a rat. Itzel even stomped her paw. It would have been downright adorable if she didn't know her sister meant every word and would back it up if needed. What did lighten her mood was all the new feelings she was getting just from being so close to him. She was picking up emotions that she knew wasn't hers. It was so weird. She could feel concern, but she knew somehow that it was concern directed toward her. He didn't like that she was agitated with him. She huffed, her eyes clearly telling him that if he stopped being such an ass like her sister said, then she wouldn't be agitated. She could pick up on his confusion too. He probably didn't understand what this thing was between them either, but the more she thought about it and tried to understand it, the more she was starting to feel that maybe she did understand.

It had to be an imprint. Two wolves who just met don't just connect like this. She was still her own wolf, but somehow she felt more complete around him. Somehow, the fates had chosen this jerkface to be her other half. Her gaze swept to the sky for a minute. Thanks, fates. Thanks, a lot. She glanced back at the male only to see a flicker of fang poking out from beneath his lip. He was curling his lip....at Itzel? Oh hell no. Before she knew it, she had brushed around Itzel and moved around to him, brushing against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world. The moment she touched him, she felt a sigh of contentment well up inside her. It was truly like touching her soul. It was true then. He was her soul mate. She somehow knew this would comfort him, just as much as she knew it would comfort all the turmoil of emotion welling up and making them both agitated. She didn't want Itzel in the middle of this.

She watched as he plopped down on his butt. She could feel his inner confusion over his own reaction and it comforted her some, to know he wasn't always like that. He told Itzel he wasn't going anywhere and she rolled her eyes. "She's not a runt. She's just right." She raised a brow at him in challenge, even as she pushed her shoulder into him, almost playfully. Then he asked where they came from and she wagged her tail. "Taviora, the forest pack. Do you have a pack?"