I think this is what's called "mingling"

Ember continued her casual people watching until it was briefly interrupted by a stranger coming up to the table she was at, catching her attention with a quick flick of her oceanic gaze to the taller girl. The other girl was older, taller, and wore a coat of white and speckled blue. She had never seen this wolf before, which meant she was likely from one of the northern packs. Ashen or the Armada or Elysium. The stranger gave her a simple greeting and asked what she was eating. Ember, her mouth still full of the little teacake, gave a muffled sort of mumble in response, raising a paw to indicate to give her a moment. She chewed, chewed, and swallowed down the cake, then pointed to the tray of assorted fruit-filled teacakes on one of the many platters that lined the expansive table. "It was one of those. My mom makes these little cakes with fruit jams in them. They're really good! My favorite are the raspberry ones." The stranger asked for her opinion on the food and boy howdy, did Ember love being asked her opinion on things! Turning back around to face the buffet table, Ember began to point out each and every dish to the other girl.

"Well, if you like sweets, those cakes are the best. There's also honeyed fruits which are really good too. They come from our fruit groves so they're all super fresh! Any of the meats and fishes are good. I helped make the venison roast so I can personally vouch for that. That one's also my favorite. If you're thirsty, don't even bother going for the water. Sure, it's refreshing and all, but the cider is to die for! It's also made from the apples from our grove too!" With her brief tour of the buffet tables completed, Ember now took the time to do the expected social things her parents had told her to do. "Mingling" and "getting to know new wolves" and all that good stuff. "So which pack are you from?" she asked the girl, leaning a bit closer and taking a tentative sniff of her coat. "You're not from Ethne or Tojo-Kai or Heiðinn." A statement, not a question. The girl didn't smell like Erik or Maki or Gavroche, so she clearly wasn't from any of those packs.

"Ember"