A Silent Meal

Erik took a moment to comply with the Dagda’s offer, but eventually took a seat at the deity’s side. Still eyeing Fenrir, he held his hammer close.
“Would you rather have Mimir close? You’re history goes back further.”
Mimir was grateful. Both Dagda and Fenrir were loath to bluff and while Fenrir was mighty indeed, he could not hope to fight back the Wild Hunt.
Taking a seat next to Erik, it was hard to dismiss the obvious glare given by the wolf. With the offer of food and drink, it made the tension lessen.
Dyvia had chosen to stay out of the fight, both out of fear and knowing just how useful she would have been. The allure of food proved greater than the awkwardness surrounding them.
“Thank you greatly for the food.”
Not sure what else to do, she began to eat.
Theo was one of the last in the group to sit, not wanting to relax just for the...wolf/demigod/man..... to strike. His seat was also furthest from his enemy, always looking his way and keeping a hand free to grab his bow.