Remi could have brought an axe with him. Even no he could just create one. Instead though, he raked his claws down the trees repeatedly to peel bark from them making the area seem as though some vindictive prehistoric beaver had come through. The ribbons of wood would make perfect kindling, and honestly, it just felt good. REMI It's not a silly little moment, it's not the storm before the calm This is the deep and dyin' breath of this love we've been workin' on |
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.