Daughter of the Wolves — Original Watercolor Painting

There are moments when the forest whispers our name.
Not the forest outside, but the one that lives in the hidden corners of our being — where instinct, emotion, and memory intertwine.

Daughter of the Wolves was born in that sacred place.
She is woman and spirit, guardian and wanderer, human and wild.
Her gaze carries the weight of old stories — told in silence, around fires that never fade.

The three wolves surrounding her are mirrors of the inner self:

🐺 Intuition — the silent voice guiding us when the path disappears
🐺 Protection — strength awakening in our most vulnerable moments
🐺 Courage — raw, unshakable power to face transformation

Together, they form a circle of sacred energy, reflecting how nature shelters, teaches, and reminds us of our true selves.

The forest hums with unseen life — an echo of something ancient, the untamed song of the soul still alive in every tree, every creature, every breath of wind.

Painted in watercolor and ink on Arches 640 gsm, each stroke is a dialogue between the seen and unseen — between the child I once was and the woman who has learned to listen.

The Meaning Behind Daughter of the Wolves

This piece is more than a homage to Princess Mononoke — it is a meditation on the feminine spirit, belonging, solitude, and surrender.
It invites us to walk barefoot into the unknown, trusting that something greater — older than reason — will walk beside us.

Auction & Limited Edition Prints

This original watercolor painting will be part of the Anime & Manga Auction hosted by Eclipse Collective:
🗓 Dates: November 14–16, 2025
📏 Size: 26 × 36 cm | 10 × 14 in
💰 Original available exclusively through auction

A limited edition of 100 A4 and 100 A5 prints will soon be available in The Wild Shop — each signed, numbered, and hand-finished to capture the same quiet spirit as the original.

In the end, Daughter of the Wolves is not a painting to look at — but a threshold to cross.
A reminder that wildness is not chaos; it’s the pulse of life itself.
Somewhere deep within, under the noise of the world, we all still remember how to howl. 🌕