Canada's second least populated province, Yukon.
It was the perfect base for many reasons...
I stood on top of Mount Logan, looking off over an endless ocean of clouds that were occasionally interrupted by other peaks. But those didn't match the height where this ledge was positioned. unbounded by houses or constructions, I heard a million voices in the wind that loomed over this mountain and me, there wasn't a sound that I couldn't hear when I was in this body. And so I knew exactly how far my voice reached.
I was probably the first werewolf to climb Canada's highest mountain, and I wondered why this place was void of an actual pack. There truly wasn't a better place for one.
