Every range of high, cold country keeps the same rumour: something big walks above the tree line, seen only in footprint and silhouette. The Himalayas call it Yeti. The Welsh would have called it something like Eirgawr — eira, snow; cawr, giant.
Eirgawr is the quiet one of the five. Where the others burn or run or gleam, Eirgawr simply endures. It is the strength that never needs to announce itself — the friend who says nothing at the difficult moment but is somehow carrying half the weight.
Welsh myth has its own giants, from Brân the Blessed wading the sea to the cawr who threw the standing stones of Anglesey into place. Eirgawr belongs to that company: vast, unhurried, and entirely unbothered by being underestimated.
Its traits are endurance, calm, humility and resolve. Wear Eirgawr if you are the steady one — or if you are learning to be.
The eye mark on the chest is cut like ice; the giant on the back stands in whites and frozen blues against the black cloth. Made to order on Ynys Môn.