Yes. Esti needed to be here. She could feel it in her heart. All of her worries about the pack, her rank, her relationships, and even Ashmedai at the moment could be cured, at least momentarily, by a nice fight. Impatiently, the woman paces around in a zig-zagging pattern to fight a good clean spot to fight. Man it was hot... Thunder rumbled in the distance. Maybe it would rain soon. Coming to a nice little clearing, Esti wasted no time, throwing her head up and calling an opponent. Her tone would clearly show through. Her call would roughly, "Spar. Now. Make it fast." or something similar. She would, of course, introduce herself to whoever came her way, but that's all she felt towards pleasantries. It didn't matter who they were if she was beating their butt, or vice versa.
