Rising Sun Valley Twirled into the arms of disgrace and then repelled

lestan pursued a short distance in hard silence until the man tybault had disappeared into the terrain.
and then the fight left lestan as if it had only been a demon. he spat tufts of bloodied fur into the ground and drew a shuddering breath of near horror, raising a paw to his cheek.
it came away soaked and red. lestan stared down uncomprehendingly. all of his face and shoulders began to come alive, stinging with little nicks and cuts where tybault had finally tried to preserve himself.
but this blood belonged to that man; this mask of it, flecking his ears, smeared high on his cheeks, muzzle caked in it. lestan scrubbed furiously at the oozing scarlet, but his face was still terrible in its vision when he crept back to reverie. "tybault will not be back, not for a while, i don't think. come on. let's go home."
lestan did not dare to look at her lest he see horror and loathing in her eyes.