Redhawk Caldera click to MTV so they can teach me how to dougie.

He knew the feeling of unquenchable hunger, and even just speaking about a meal made saliva pool in his mouth and wonder if it was dinner time yet. Surely dad had something nice to munch on for the evening? No Ben, bad Ben - we don't want to be chubby anymore, remember? All this went through his head as the other talked, but he did manage to catch the last bit of her words. Hunt? Had father taught him that yet? Did he want him to learn? I-I'm not the greatest hunter. He answered honestly with a doe-eyed, embarrassed stare.