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.