[goood pushing away from the tree enough to turn and lean back against it. He's a mess outside as well. Front of his shirt scraped and dirty from bark and blood, more blood trickling down from the bite in his shoulder, come on his front and leaking out the back, bruises on his hips... though those are at least hard to see in the dark.

Of course, he also doesn't appear even faintly embarrassed, instead just enjoying the chill on his overheated body and carefully bending to pull up his pants.]

That's right, you're only interested in one thing.