The Wendigo of Labrador — Spirit of the North

In the heart of the howling blizzard, I felt it—the Wendigo. Long have stories told of its endless hunger, stalking the treeline of the Great White North. But even the spirits of the North were silenced when we stepped onto the pitch. In the biting cold of Edmonton, with the snow piling high, our hunger for victory eclipsed the beast’s. As we carved through the ice to secure our path to the world stage, the Wendigo didn't hunt us; it stood in the shadows of the pines, watching the new kings of the frost.