We ventured into the Daroji Bear Sanctuary, just 15 km from Hampi's core ruins the next day. As the sun painted the boulders in amber hues, a dark form materialised against the golden landscape about 200 m from our safari vehicle – a sloth bear, its shaggy coat undulating as it ambled between rocky outcrops, nose to the ground in search of termites and fruits. As dusk descended over the boulder-strewn landscape, I watched from a watchtower as several dark figures emerged cautiously from rocky crevices, disturbed only by the incessant chitters of the grey mongoose neighbors. "You're witnessing living mythology", whispered Srinivas Gowda, a forest guide who had joined us. "In these very boulders, according to the Ramayana, lived Jambavant, the wise bear king who helped Lord Rama and later fought with Krishna for the Syamantaka jewel. It's no coincidence that the Kishkindha region - considered Hanuman's birthplace - is here! These ancient rocks have sheltered bears for millennia, blending natural history with our most sacred epics." As if to illustrate his point, a mother bear reared up suddenly, her distinctive moon-shaped chest marking visible as she scanned for threats before allowing her cubs to scramble after her toward the jaggery-laced rocks that sanctuary officials place to supplement their diet. In that moment, watching these shy creatures navigate their prehistoric home, the line between mythology and wildlife conservation dissolved into a profound narrative where bears have always been both divine and wild.