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

"Watch out Sandler." Remi murmurs, wanting to smile but finding he didn't have the energy. "They did?" Blinking as if trying to see through his mind's eye, if pressed the wendigo wouldn't have been able to name a single hunter who had been out on the pitch, so intensely focused as he'd been on the ghouls.

Running his fingertips over the towel and noting the sensation of each individual fibre in a way he'd not have been able to detect when he'd been human, Remi considers. "Pop quiz. Isla begins booking sessions with me and at the same time word gets back that the hunter's pet wendigo is surprisingly absent from a good many hunts. What do you think Grimm will make of that?" Cocking his head to the side, Remi offers the hunter a sly smile. "Besides, I can't just be your eyes and ears out here." They both knew that as soon as there was even the whisper of blood Remi's senses would override whatever human-like emotions he was feeling.

"It is not that I want any of it to stop-" And sadly, he really did mean any of it. "-just that...the more all of this blurs together, the harder it is." He explains before reaching for his clothes and awkwardly trying to shuffle into them while navigating gobs of sticky blood.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!