A beast had stumbled upon the meeting, sometimes she wished she was small so she could hide away like other small wolves. She was cursed to stand out she guessed, as she moved along the deck stopping on the outskirts. Her gray eyes would lock on Arian for a moment, she seemed upset however the girl who sat next to her looked a little happy. Amachi herself was a newcomer, she only briefly had met Kreft. In which like herself was a man of little to no words. The beast would take a seat on the outskirts.
Avalon would of course greet Arian by her name, although there was probably a reason. The lady probably knew Arian one way or another. One by one, she assumed they would be all calling miss president by her first name. Amachi would curl her tail around her haunches. Expecting for something to happen, as she tried to keep herself calm. Simply looking on and listening carefully.
