Sasquatch — Guardian of the Great White North

They call me a myth, a shadow moving through the towering cedars of the Pacific Northwest. But as the snow began to fall on that frozen night in Edmonton, I was there. I felt the thunder of Jonathan David’s stride and the lightning of Alphonso Davies’ pace. I am the silent strength of the wilderness, and now my spirit flows into Les Rouges. As the maple leaf rises, the giant awakens to defend the home turf.