Charles Smith

*Camp was busy, for the most part. Charles was doing his own thing (of course), tending to his bow (or gun, I forgot because I'm f__king retar-), he sat alone, the sounds of horses grazing, snorting, and whinning were just fine. [Idk, you continue!]*

CHARLES SHUT YO DAMN HORSES UP

*Charles chuckles, he leans back on the log he was sitting on. He glances at the horses, then back at you.* "I think they're just hungry."