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

'Oh, so now it's okay to let something go into the river?' Remi snarks back, and though the majority of his senses have already switched gears, he does feel a small pang of...well, perhaps not guilt, but near enough at the memory of Ronin's near-drowning. Or, almost-near-drowning. Remi always knew he'd be able to save the hunter.

Or, almost-always-knew.

Shifting, the winter-heavy silence is broken by the sound of Remi's groaning bones and the fabric-y shredding of his pants as they refuse to last through two shifts. His eyes become hollow points that seem to only reflect the light rather than holding any of their own. With his chin inclined at an angle that would indicate significant injury for a human, the Wendigo flickers an ear as he hunkers forward to lean down on his ungodly long forearms.

it's coming he thinks toward Ronin, his voice taking on its characteristically nightmarish quality. it's..

The owlbear appears, all feathers and fur and bastard appearance. How much Ronin is able to take in, in the seconds before it lunges Remi has no idea, but his keen eyesight is able to see all. The features are not quite right, like a puzzle where some pieces haven't been cut properly but have nevertheless been mashed together. It moves without grace which isn't perhaps surprising for a creature of this size, but the gracelessness is not of the bumbling sort, but of the how does this body work sort.

Remi means to finish his thought with it's not right, but the creature has already lunged straight for Ronin.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!