“There.” He whispered to you. His eyes were glued to a deer, just up the way, simply standing there.

With movements as soft as he could manage, he pulled the bow off of his back and held it out to you, to which you swiftly grabbed it and aimed at the deer. Charles nodded softly, his eyes remaining on the deer.

“Remember, head or lungs. No need to make it suffer.” He whispered to you, his eyes trailing your arms as if to ensure you held the bow correctly.