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

Frowning in response to Ronin's glare, still entirely ignorant as to the source of the Hunter's upset, the wendigo simply watches his partner dip into the water before turning his attention back toward the alley. Biting at the inside of his lip, Remi does actually try to think of what the right thing to do is. If he lets Ronin take his time that will mean killing the oncoming guards. This isn't necessarily a problem, except in hunts past when he's done the same, word came down from on-high about not killing anyone above their pay grade while on the surface.

But..

Glancing over his shoulder where Ronin was heaving himself out of the water just as slow as could be, Remi barks out a sound that's half wendigo-growl and half italian-frustration. Darting toward his pile of clothing, Remi dances himself into as best he can, leaving his pants undone, shoes untied and coat flapping open. His sweater he saves for Ronin, that he might try and negotiate his friend into it before they have to flee for their lives.

'Quickly.' Standing nearby, teeth clenched together against the scent of blood and death that's as sweet to his tongue as the siren's song had been, Remi locks his gaze on the sky overhead, waiting to be shackled.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!