Bones of our Ancestors

Confident, long strides carried Esti across the border. Ashmedai was outwardly a little too excited. Mindlessly, Esti snapped at his tail, "Tuck it or get it under control. This is a fight, not a play date. Serious, not fun." This was going to be fun. Esti let a lopsided smile tug at her face, her deep blue eyes level with the horizon. She didn't care about Abaven or whatever they wanted. Valentine said it was time to fight and they listened. With or without reason, the opposing pack was going to get demolished. A small female skittered by him and appeared to know Ashmedai. Esti shot him a sharp look. No girls. Even if Rhythm was okay, she was an exception. They didn't need a bunch of tiny healers scampering around.

Turning back to the line, Esti walked beside her son now, her presence driving him to become less excitable. She looked over the pack... yeah, they needed Imperium's help. Her smirk widened slightly, her body growing anxious. She was ready.