Herbalists' Cache i've got a taste for blood

He gets what he wants. Ghost stirs back alive—funny, considering the nickname. Pain races up from the paw the slender-muzzle wolf catches, and Firestorm enjoys it more than he wants to admit. The thrill of the fight almost gets him going ham, he has so much pent up energy that it’s driving him crazy. Ghost is partly to blame for that, too.
He trembles, resisting the urge to bite deeper. Ghost makes the smart move to jab sharply at him, it’s almost enough for him to let go, but Firestorm manages to keep his hold for now.