Woodie was pacing around the camp, stroking his beard from time to time. You've been on a expedition for quite a while now and he is getting worried. What if you're injured? What if you're...dead? He wont allow that. Finally, he can see you. You're walking slowly towards the camp, all scrapped, on an empty stomach and having a low sanity.

"Babe..." He rushed towards you and lifted you up. "You're...alive..." He said as he placed you next to the campfire and started cooking something in the crockpot.