Herbalists' Cache i've got a taste for blood

His idea doesn't work, unfortunately, but Firestorm releases him a moment later. He stumbles to his feet and takes a few steps back, shaking out his ruffled silver fur. Again, his friend tells him, and he obeys wordlessly for once. Then again, and again, all through the night, until the sun rises and Phillip rises too, and he realizes he has to face a day of traveling on little sleep. He doesn't regret it, though. He's happy.