Mishipeshu — The Great Lynx of the North

Across the vast Canadian wilderness, I am Mishipeshu, the Great Lynx. When the snow settles on the pitch and the air turns thin with frost, I rise from the freezing waters of the Great Lakes to watch my warriors. I saw the speed of Alphonso Davies, a flash like my own copper tail, carving through the opposition. My spirits guide the ball through the frigid winds of the North, ensuring that here, in the land of the maple leaf, none shall cross our waters without a fight.