Actaeon leaned against the wall watching everyone of them converse, he watched new faces come in and observed them assessing, finding little weaknesses. His eyes flickered from one to the other and so on, he didn't see anyone overly dangerous but was still careful, he stood off the wall and decided to move the conversation elsewhere. He was enjoying the fight between the two and smiled but smelled something.

"I hate to be the one to disrupt this," Actaeon said " for those of you who haven't heard my name I am Actaeon or Lupus, soon to be god of wild beasts and the hunt. Typically I would enjoy such a fight but currently I can see some of our fellow deities are not so comfortable with battle. And on a more important note, I smell a meal, shall we go seek out sustenance." 

With that Actaeon sniffed the air and followed the scent of cooked meat, he eventually found himself staring at a table loaded with foods he smiled and took a seat. He took a leg of some kind of bird and bit into it then grabbed some of the sliced beef and scarfed it down. He smiled at the food.