Herbalists' Cache i've got a taste for blood

Victory tastes sweet, and Zephyr prepares to pull away gloating — until he feels teeth sinking into his scruff. He freezes, then pulls away too sharply, wincing a little when Firestorm's teeth scrape against his skin without releasing their hold. He goes limp with a heavy sigh, frustrated by his lack of strength but a little amused despite himself.