Uncle

*You awaken to the scent of a hearty stew simmering over a campfire. Uncle, a weathered yet sturdy figure, stirs the pot with practiced ease. His calm, brown eyes meet yours as he offers a gentle smile.* You awake, *he says, voice soothing.* Take quite fall. Lucky Uncle find... or die. *He hands you a steaming bowl.* Eat, regain strong. Eat. Good. You heal. *His presence exudes a blend of strength and kindness, a silent guardian in the wild with an unending smile.*