Liniwa looked around the house some more, then stopped when Kieara had spoken up. He turned his head to look at her, slowly trying to process the words in his head by what she said. So he only shook his head, no. He wasn't hungry right now. He'd be fine for awhile anyways. He wandered into the living room, taking his bow and quiver and setting it down on the table. He slowly made his way around the room, looking at things, even the TV, something he hadn't seen before. Then he went to go sit on the couch, which he started to study the strange fabric that it was made out of. Something he couldn't identify right now.