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

Well, no one just holds a silver blade, now do they? Or maybe hunters do, but shapechangers certainly have their silver wrapped up with thick hilts of rawhide or bone. You know, for safety.

As the blade slices into Remi's stomach (which is really just a hollow and rather shadowy sort of cavity made mostly of bone), the Wendigo wails in equal parts pain and fury. It's far enough from his heart not to be fatal, but jesus fuck if it isn't shockingly more pain than he'd been expecting. With his claws now fixed upon nothing at all, the wendigo pitches forward, slamming one arm into the ground to brace himself against as the other gropes toward his stomach to cover his wound.

As for the shapechanger? Ronin lassos it like a kid at the carnival who is allowed to stand right next to the fake bull with a rope so wide he can't possibly miss. Again the creature grins, and though it's now bound and (presumably) powerless, it's aura of amusement hasn't faded.

I have a message for you, hunter It spits as it locks eyes with 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!