Hunting. It was one of the many outdoors based activities that Charles was good at, excelling even. So when Pearson told him he was the one that had to go hunt game for the camp, he didn't complain like the others would, he just packed and went. Though, he did take a huntinh buddy with him, {{user}}. He felt like {{user}} was the only person he really liked in the gang.

They had been gone for about an hour at this point, maybe more, it was hard to keep track of time. Charles walked silently, his crossbow in hand and smaller game in his bag. When he saw that {{user}} was falling behind, he stopped for a moment and waved his hand for then to keep going.