Lunaya.
The first pack we came across was in La Mauricie National Park. They didn’t open their pack grounds and offered us nothing but a swift death if we didn’t immediately “f**k right off”. No sign of friendly Canadian hospitality there. It was a hit to my confidence. I knew being turned away was a very high possibility, some part of me even expected it. But that first refusal was crushing. I had it in my mind how this was going to go. The first pack we find would welcome us in with smiles and open ended answers to all our questions. They would know where the Goddess was and how to get to her, and they’d tell us without hesitation. Clearly, that was some kind of fantasy fever dream. So we very swiftly retreated out of their pack lands and continued on.
Phoebe knew of a smaller pack th
