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

"No?" The wendigo tuts under his breath as if disappointed by the fae's lack of resourcefulness. There weren't many wendigo around these parts as far as he knew, and far fewer who lived in the undercity. Caring not at all for her name, the wendigo registers only contempt as the witch runs her fingertips across one arm; had Ronin told me his keeper's name prior to this, maybe Remi would have made choices other than those he was about to. Alas.

Having removed his trenchcoat for precisely that reason, Remi should have found it odd how silent Ronin was being but did not. It was rare these days for any to approach him with this level of confidence save for a handful of doctors in the medical wing (chiefly Isla, Grimm, and Hinkystomp), he found himself easily baited by Morgan's presence.

From where he knelt, Ronin would see the seams of Remi's shirt and pants splitting open, parted by sinew-strapped bone and thick fur. Growing and rising, it wasn't until he had fully shifted that the wendigo rolled one shoulder.

ghouls are so utterly tasteless he says, and where Morgan's voice was like dappled sunlight and rainwater, Remi's was like icy-hardened satin being torn to shreds.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!