Redtail Rise bloodsnow

the wounds that disfigured ancelin's face were healing, but he would never look the same again. his only silver light was the fact he had left marks of his own, so he believed.
they had scarred one another.
the embarrassment was that he had lost the fight in front of @Lilia, and been relieved to lose, to lie coughing and wounded and winded on the ground for a reprieve.
he had stayed away from her these past weeks, grunting a word in passing, joining hunts if there was a group to do it, but ancelin retreated into himself and kept his own counsel.
now, tentatively, he searched for her scent, glancing along her newest path with a nervous lick to his lips. suppose lilia wanted to mock him, suppose he had lost her favour? these things rooted ancelin were he was.