I think this is what's called "mingling"

The Harvest Ball was going well, she thought! Looking around at all the wolves from all over Auster and Boreas come to meet and socialize, Ember couldn't help but feel a bit of pride at her older sister's efforts. Yes, she'd helped make this a reality, but really the whole inspiration for the idea came from Bramble's brilliant mind. Excusing herself from Erik's company so he could go handle some situation with his siblings, Ember returned over to the buffet tables to help herself to another goblet of that delicious spiced cider.

Snatching a little raspberry cake from the platter of sweets her mother had baked for the party, Ember nibbled at her snack and sipped the sweet mulled beverage, the tart and crisp taste of the apples harvested fresh from the northern grove a familiar and homely taste. Bright blue eyes glided across the room, watching the wolves dancing, listening to the band playing in the corner of the hall, just taking in this moment as it was with a smile on her face. Even her parents were getting a little flirty off in the corner by the doors while they chaperoned (ugh, gross!). Yeah, tonight had turned out to be a success in her book.

"Ember"