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

"..just wait.." Remi says in a voice that more properly sounds like the sort of thing Ronin would have been used to hearing in his head when the wendigo was shifted. If this was an experiment, better that they do it right. If Isla were the one to move herself from danger, Remi couldn't be entirely sure that he'd really had the restraint to see it all the way through.

Still very much torn between thinking of Isla as Isla and thinking of her as something he wanted to tear into, the wendigo blinked a few times as if he might muddle the prey-like shimmer her blood had coated her in. By degrees, the gold in his eyes begins to blur away the black and though he wants to stay near enough to her in order to trick himself into thinking that, if he wanted, he could just reach out for her finger again, instead he turns and retreats to the other side of the room.

Resting his hands on the metal footboard of his bed, the wendigo leans forward, crushing the metal beneath his fingers while rolling his head restlessly back and forth. "Okay." Remi murmurs after a moment, feeling cagey and unsatisfied, but more or less sure that this hunger would pass, before glancing over his shoulder toward the doctor. He should have felt shame for what he'd just put her through, but of course he couldn't just now. "Sorry." He murmurs, as gently as he was able. "I...I needed to know."

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!