I think this is what's called "mingling"

Rebel raised a brow with a little smirk as the Hallows girl hurried to finish the cake that had been in her mouth since her first attempt at speaking ended up being a muffled mess. It was already pretty obvious from her scent that she was a member of the Hallows and not from one of the other surrounding packs like herself, but now that she was getting a better look at her–while she waited for her to be able to speak–Rebel picked up on a few of the markings and colors that pointed toward this being one of Artorias and Briar's kids. The same kind of black and blue coloring and the eye markings that she had seen on Artorias and if the woman that had been with Artorias out front was indeed Briar then the stripes across her back and the turquoise-ish markings would make sense. Well, as long as her assumptions were correct, she'd not only be able to tell her mom when she get back that she'd met some new wolves at the party, but that she'd even met one of Art's kids. She had no doubt that her mom would like hearing that.

Eventually her acquaintance was able to point out the plate of jam filled cakes where she had gotten hers from, even telling her that the raspberry ones were her favorite. "I don't think I've ever had a cake like that before... Or a raspberry," she admitted with a chuckle. She figured that might be it besides maybe introducing herself so she could get the girl's name, but then she went on to give her a whole tour of the buffet table, listing off all of the options from the various meats to the fresh apple cider. Rebel blinked with surprise as she took it all in and couldn't help but chuckle at her enthusiasm for the food that had been prepared for the ball. It made her wonder if she was this enthusiastic about everything or if this was a particular interest in cooking that got her so talkative like this.

She looked back to the younger girl when she asked what pack she was from just in time to see her lean closer to get a better sniff of her scent. It was hard to tell just how much of a difference there was in their ages, but Rebel still couldn't help but think how weird kids were–even though she was not quite an adult herself. "You're right about that," she agreed as the girl listed off a few packs that she must be more familiar with, stating that those weren't the ones she was from. "I'm from Ashen. Rebel Klein is my name," she replied as she reached for one of the cakes that had originally been pointed out to her. She'd probably make her way toward the venison roast eventually, but her parents weren't around to make sure she had dinner before dessert so who was she to pass up that kind of opportunity?

"Rebel Klein"