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

Stumbling along with the hunter, having clearly not taken the leash into account, Remi frowns theatrically hard enough to block at least half of his vision with the furrowing of his brows. Rising to his feet and grinning with the jittery sort of relief that comes from being around someone who he doesn't now associate with guilty orgasms and medical pornography, the wendigo nods his head in instant agreement. "I couldn't agree more."

Waiting until his leash was off and knowing the collar would likely be removed once they were fully above ground, the wendigo makes a noncommital noise from one side of his mouth as he debates just how much to tell Ronin. "I know I won't feel this way forever, but right now, I wouldn't want to do it again." He says, feeling guilty for saying so about Isla's research, but finding that he did actually want to talk about it. "Losing the urge to, you know, kill everything is great. But everything else? Gods, it was all suddenly so quiet, and I couldn't see as well, and the first time I tried to get up I fell flat on my ass." Hilarious as it was, being stripped of 6 years worth of supernatural abilities had hit a lot harder than the wendigo had expected.

"To make things worse, I got the type of boner I haven't had since I was about 15." For obvious reasons it feels much easier to talk to Ronin about this than Isla, such that the wendigo was shooting the hunter a crooked smirk over one shoulder rather than trying to hide his embarrassment. "You know, the sort you're only really capable of as a kid when you touch a boob over the clothes for the first time."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!