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

Considering for a moment, the wendigo hisses in a doubtful breath. "Did you ever have to take cough medicine when you were little? I always hated it, so one day I had the bright idea that I would dilute it in a large glass of water." Raising his eyebrows slightly, one corner of Remi's mouth curls up in a smile as he waits to see if Isla can see where he was going with this. "Turns out, drinking the entire glass of water was far worse than just enduring the small spoon-sized amount."

The way she pulls her hand back as if there was nothing meaningful in the gesture on her hand, felt like ice water being tossed onto slowly churning coals. Having to resist wincing, the wendigo just swallows and shakes his head, trying not to imagine himself as some large and luxurious jungle cat that Isla was allowed to pet and play with as its caretaker. He's deadly yes, but not with me. See how much he likes to be pet?

"I am not sure so that's how that works. It has been a few years since Sunday School for me, but...I cannot remember too many angels who were so regularly murdery." He admits with a chuckle.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!