The wolf steps around the two dragons, not one to associate with their kind. It wasn't that he hated dragons, but he'd learned over his life that he didn't really care to be around more than one at a time, as they were...well less than friendly in groups on average. Thinking his he was at the other end of the table from the two. As such, rather than chips and dip, he finds finger sandwich, and a few other things that are basically trays with build your own sandwich stuff. Smiling at this he looks at the sandwich in his hand, and with a smirk sets it down on the plate of jelly and the like types before grabbing two slices of wheat bread and going to grab some fillings, not seeing the tiny black dot nearby.