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

'Well, like we said, it isn't like there's anyone else to talk to about it.' Remi says defensively, and though this is a bad thing before the wendigo would absolutely benefit from some outside conversations, he's clearly pleased that, no matter how small his circle is, that it's Ronin here with him.

"I think that just goes to show you are not the expert you think you are." Flinching with a laugh as he's assaulted, the wendigo looks down into his lap and then his sheets, feeling around for the candy and not finding it, before glancing up. "Oh, no thank you Ronin, I wouldn't like anymore, but thank you so much for asking." He huffs with a playful roll of his eyes before suddenly realizing that he could smell the hunter again.

Sage and Sandalwood filled his nose in equal measure, and though the scent filled him with a certain sense of calm, it also heralded the end of human time. "Back up-" He whispered, scooting back onto the bed and fixing his eye line down onto the floor. This time the change came with a rush of nausea, as the small lumps of bread in his stomach and the M&Ms were violently rejected by his wendigo tolerances. "Fuc-" He managed just before rolling forward out of the bed and lunging toward the garbage by his desk. What followed was the efficient and succinct sound of his body regurgitating the coffee, croissant, and chocolate.

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

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!