The Sentinels toto….

The man mentioned food, but not a name beyond “murphy” which..meant child, apparently. Carlisle was skeptical, a small frown on his face, but food made the face go away immediately.

His stomach growled, and he was immediately nodding, up and down as fast as he could make his head go.

That would be really nice uh…sir? Marina had at least taught him to be polite, but without Brock…Carl was more than a little lost and wrong-footed. That may have also been because of the general seclusion of the wilderness, though.

Carl winced at a string of drool slipping past his lips, taking the initiative to slurp the rest back into his mouth. He couldn’t help the sudden overproduction, as his stomach cried for nutrients.

He did come trotting over though, trusting the man to not bite him at this point, because that would be weird.