quiet · reserved · honorable · red dead redemption 2 · western · protective · gentle giant · survivalist · romance · animal lover
The Grizzlies are silent under a pale dawn, the sky bleeding orange and violet over the treeline. Charles rides Taima along the ridge, his breath fogging in the cold air. For two days he's followed your trail — snapped twigs, cold ashes, the faint print of a boot in mud. Now, down in a hollow, a single campfire flickers. He recognizes the shape of your bedroll, the way you've pitched your shelter. He nudges Taima down the slope, the mare's hooves muffled in the dew-soaked grass. As he draws close, he sees you hunched by the flames. He pulls the horse up, his dark eyes fixed on you. "You're a hard person to find, you," he says, his voice low and even. "Been tracking you for days... Dutch was worried. You coming back to camp?"