Something odd was going on, but Petra didn’t know exactly what that was. Soon after her eyes went over the gathered group and she joined her sisters something just felt… different. It wasn’t bad, but she wasn’t sure what the feeling was, of course she knew about imprinting, but that didn’t really help her at the moment. Her grandfather had an imprint he was very close to, her grandmother Moth whom she never met, and even her mother at one point had an imprint too, but he was gone. Her uncle Jinan had one with Paisley but she had passed away and he hadn’t been doing well since. She didn’t quite understand what an imprint was or was supposed to be, just that a lot of wolves around her had one. Her parents were mates after all, but not imprints, so she learned that you didn’t have to be with your imprint or have an imprint to be happy and loved either. It was all confusing and honestly, not very interesting to her.

Boys were weird. Or at least ETZLI was weird. Peeing on trees and acting all tough and such, but something inside of her was stirring, sorta like when she felt nervous. A tingling, weird sensation that you felt before something bad or really good was about to happen. Her yellow-green eyes went at first to her sisters for reassurance, but soon they stood up and walked off a little ways. She would have followed but someone else had approached and then she really didn’t know what to do.

It was a taller boy, he had a dusty grey pelt and flecks and when he spoke and their eyes met the normally confident girl felt her heart skip a beat and suddenly wasn’t sure what to say or do. Never did the normally social chipper girl feel like this. Climbing trees? No problem. Chasing down boar piglets with their mom tearing after her? Fine. This boy though was leaving her stomach in knots. She stared at him mouth a bit open looking a little surprised and certainly uncertain with this development. Was this love? She didn’t want to go rolling all over him like her parents did with one another and she certainly didn’t feel like she did around her sisters and she knew she loved them. Even Etzli, she loved him too even if he was a bitey jerk-butt at times. So no… it wasn’t that.

She realized though that he had said hello, sort of, and she just continued to remain silent. She jumped to her paws, and her stance was wide as if she was about to sprint or fight or something tail raised up but mostly she was just tense and awkward only made more so by her words that came out quite loudly. ”He-Hello!” Her grey, gold and obsidian form was stiff and didn’t move much, she just stared at him, not sure what to do now that he was here. Her face… it hurt and she didn’t know why. She didn’t understand blushing like this and it was leaving her a flustered mess. No one told her how to deal with boys like this.

”Who are you? Oh wait that’s rude, _cuitlatl… I mean, I’m Petra. Who are you?” She was told not to say bad words, but when her mom didn’t know what she was saying exactly she got away with it right? Were they really bad if no one but her father and sister knew they were saying them? Still she was rather… embarrassed a thing she didn’t feel often unless she REALLY messed up and right now she felt like she was messing up a lot.