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, who is interested is no one and nothing save for the ghouls, is reckless in his enthusiasm to severe heads from bodies and limbs from torsos. Later he'll tell Ronin that ghouls taste horrible, but in the moment as their warm innards coat his arms and soak into the dark fur that ruffles up his shoulders and bunches around his crown of antlers, he has utterly no complaints.

For all of his humanity and for how good it felt to be out in the world with Ronin, and how normal it had been to simply sit and stare at Isla without thinking once about tearing her throat open (with his teeth anyway, his porno plotline would happily have him think his cock was large enough to do just that), something about this also felt just as good, and normal, and right.

Raising his head, the bone-white of his skull shimmering with blood, the wendigo growls in Ronin's direction as the hunter smudges the air with what, to his nose, just smells terrible. That of course is the point he supposes, and though he has to hold his breath to do it, the wendigo stalks into one of the tunnels that lead to a locker room in the hopes that not all of the ghouls have fled.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!