Mist clings to the land as silence reigns. A man, a horse, and his hounds—each a reflection of command, discipline, and the unspoken bond between master and beast. Nature itself yields to those who stand resolute, unshaken, unchallenged.
The journey is never uncertain for the one who leads. His step does not falter; his gaze does not waver. In the solitude of the morning hunt, the world whispers its truth: only the strong impose their will upon it.
“Power is the stillness before the storm, the silence before the command.”
