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

The word sounds entirely made up, and had it been spoken in anything less than Ronin's Irish lilt Remi might have said as much. Instead, the hunter's accent makes it sound all the more credible, and it's with a hrrmphh under his breath that Remi nods. "And...you've not brought any acorns full of running water, I take it?" It's both a joke as much as a serious question, and suddenly Remi's mind is awhirl with philosophical questions of the sort, does spit count as running water? piss?

"R-" Is all he has time to shout before Ronin is gone, leaving the wendigo bound and unable to shift. Earlier in the day he'd have been pleased at this misstep, but just now he found himself glaring down at the leash unable to free himself, and not wanting to be an easy meal for the nuckle-vee, or whatever it was.

Dragging the leash as he jogs forward, Remi is still impressively fast even unshifted, and so it's with a blur of movement that he tries to draw the flayed creature's attention. It's the sort of thing that would catch his eye in a moment like this, and he hopes that the weird horse-man will be similarly interested.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!