Echo of the Wild
In the hush of the ancient forest, where the peaks stand silent and the pine shadows stretch long, the bear emerges—watchful, steady, eternal. Its face holds the stories of storms weathered and seasons turned.
Below it, the mountains remember its path, and two dark pawprints mark its promise to the land. No color needed—just presence. It is the spirit of the wild, the silent guardian of earth’s heartbeat and the breath between thunder and stillness.
"Strength is not always loud—it walks quietly, leaving only prints where it has honored the land."
