An absence that lasted ten millennia has quietly ended.
For thousands of years, something was missing from the Iberian highlands, though few could name it. Landscapes changed, forests thickened, villages emptied, and memory slowly folded into myth. Then, without spectacle or ceremony, a familiar silhouette began moving across the ridgelines again. These are not relics or reenactments. They are living bodies stepping into a role long vacated. Their return feels less like introduction and more like restoration, as if a gap in the story has begun to close. What it means for the land, and for Europe’s future, is only just unfolding.
