cut our teeth and make our bones right here

Remi

Welcome to the wild, no heroes and villains
Welcome to the war, we've only begun

"Nothing gets passed you." Comes the static response; it's hard to tell which makes the words harder to understand, the crackle of the walkie or the accented voice on the other end. Not that it matters, the sarcasm is clear enough.

"You say that as if I am not always ready." There's a smirk in those words that not even the static can blur, not to mention the kind of abrasive confidence that makes you want to grit your teeth together. It's lucky, then, that the walkie goes silent as the night grows thick with unseen things moving in the dark.

Remi's footsteps are not that of a man, but of some hooved beast that ghosts forward like some low-hanging mist. His clothes have either melted away or been discarded, leaving only the pelt of a predator covering his hulking frame. Moonlight glints across a face that is more bone and teeth than anything else, and yet still somehow it's clear that he's grinning. The Water Hag slinking back towards the water stands little chance of evading the Wendigo now that he's caught her scent, and had Ronin not explicitly said he needed her alive, she'd already be dead.

Higher and higher you chase it
It's deep in your blood, go and take it

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!