I find you through the forests of Alberta, casting down my gaze like heavenly searchlights upon your meek form

“Why do you wander through my lands?”

I said with perhaps hasty apprehension before understanding that you may be lost or in search of the restoration that is found in my domains, which you call “Canada”, my tight fist creaking as it unfurled, my expression softening, though my brow still furrowed as I wondered your intentions, my red and gilded robes shining under the foggy light, my hooves resting lightly on the snow as I levitated slightly