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

Having not slept like this in years, unlike Ronin, Remi does sink instantly into sleep. That doesn't mean he's dead to the world nor to the hunter; every movement, tender or not, will receive a grumble of other encouragement or annoyance from the wendigo. Any time the hunter shifts too far away, he'll feel himself unceremoniously tugged back against Remi, and though the wendigo doesn't have the strength to back up his physical demands, still his slumbering-self treats Ronin like some stuffed animal who belongs nowhere else but pressed tightly up against hi.

Grumbling properly as the alarm disturbs their silence, Remi cracks open one eye, glaring predatorily in the direction of the small black box, before snorting his approval into the side of Ronin's neck as the hunter silences it. "I can change back here." He mutters dozily, shifting his hips and adjusting his neck slightly. "How bad could it be?"

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!