Festive Feasting [Valhalla's Harvest Festival Feast!]

Eligos made his way into the area of the feast, his gold-marked face fixed into a pleasantly curious mask. He let his gaze slide over the alpha without staring - avoiding the instinctive reaction people had to being stared at. He wandered along the feasting area casually, his attention seemingly locked onto the nearly-bewildering variety of foods there. Let them think him a country bumpkin gawking at all the fancy accouterments and ignore him. He selected several dishes that would be light enough not to give him trouble if trouble found him and brought them to a place near the edge of the firelight - not so far into the shadows as to create suspicion, but not so close as to draw attention to him. Just an average wolf doing average wolf things, not a demigod who sought attention and not a scoundrel hiding in the shadows. He took a bowl of wine when offered but drank very little, simply dipping his tongue in politely to seem as though he were partaking. He settled to eating, letting his attention wander without focus to better catch the small conversations and movements around him.