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

When Ronin finally makes his way into the locker room, at the end of a meandering trail of blood and illuminated by a single flickering lightbulb which had resolutely refused to be smashed or burn out, sits the wendigo. Seated on the broken concrete floor with his legs crossed at the ankles and his knees drawn up toward his chest, that Remi's arms and legs were covered in blood was not so surprising given his recent activities, but that his face and mouth were suggested that the wendigo had not come down here just to kill, but to feed as well.

Looking all the more pale and malnourished for the near-black coating of blood on his limbs and his sunken posture, as Remi lifts his gaze to Ronin one might have expected a flicker of carnal satisfaction in his green-gold eyes, given how eager he'd been to hunt. Only...there was nothing in Remi's eyes as he regarded Ronin through the flickering darkness; a bottomless well of nothing.

"The sage smells terrible." He complains in a toneless voice.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!