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

Remi's eyes flicker up in response. What he remembered was dicing up Ronin six ways from Sunday in his mind as well as realizing just how annoyingly good the hunter was with his length of silver chain. But no, the wendigo hadn't been aware that Ronin had any thoughts about Remi's trial. Whatever goodwill the story might otherwise have inspired, the wendigo finds himself back right where he always was, no matter what good intentions others might have. He was a thing to be used, like it or not. Ronin had had a choice: a shitty one to be sure, but a choice just the same. Remi did not.

Pressing his fingertips against his eyes and not needing to sigh but doing it anyways, the wendigo tries to remember that old Bo Burnham adage of if you can't beat 'em, join 'em and finds it lacking in motivational power.

Glancing up at the hunter as he leans back, Remi frowns and stiffens. Partially at the mention of Isla's name, but partially because... "..no?" Unconsciously wanting to fill the space Ronin had put between them, Remi instead just elbows one of his pillows. "What's in Alaska?"

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!