I think this is what's called "mingling"

After she introduced herself to Artorias and made her way into the party, Rebel started scoping out the room and mingling through the crowd a bit. There wasn't really any familiar faces for her to gravitate toward, but there was plenty of pretty faces and that was enough to keep her moving through all the various wolves. Most of them were about her age, some a little younger. The music had her swaying in time to the tune and for a little while she found a group of other yearlings that were more just dancing than they were talking and stuck with them for a while. Okay, maybe small talk wasn't really her strong suit, but enjoying the music and making slightly flirty, slightly awkward grins at some of the girls that looked her way definitely was.

After a while she looked toward the table of snacks and drink and decided that she was ready for a bit of refreshment. All this subtle not-flirting and dancing was thirsty work. While she was examining the offerings, she noticed a younger girl a little ways down the table who seemed to be eating some kind of little cake and watching the other wolves on the dance floor. It was hard to tell just how much younger she was than her, but she obviously wasn't like a little puppy, but not quite a yearling either. She was cute in a kind of chubby puppy kind of way. Well, she wasn't already engaged in some kind of conversation or dance with someone else already which was more than Rebel could get from most of the other girls here so...

She walked down the length of the table toward the other girl, keeping her magenta gaze on the various treats and food laid out across the table as if she was just taking inventory of what she had available to her. Once she got close enough to the midnight coated girl to talk comfortably, she glanced over at her curiously while the gears turned in her head to find something to strike up a conversation about. Gods, why was it so hard to talk to girls?! "Hey, what're you eating?" she asked, glancing between the cake in the girl's paws and the table as she tried to identify where that kind of treat came from. "There's so many options I hardly know what to pick and you look like you might have good taste."

"Rebel Klein"