Redhawk Caldera the full moon dips its golden spoon.

Though it was not welcome, Fin couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering to him while she rested upon her perch. She was further tempted to regret the words shed said to him, and even more so those she hadn't said. But she knew it was no use--whatever they'd had, whatever had been growing between them, it was all over now. So, she contented herself with simply wondering what he was doing at that very moment, and wondering what they might've been doing had he come with her.

While staring idly across the frigid stream, her breath suddenly caught in her throat and her eyes went wide as a silver figure suddenly entered her periphery. "Finn?" she called out in surprise, only to regret it moments later when she realized her error. It wasn't Finn. Of course it wasn't. It was some new guy wearing the greyscale pelt that she and her doppleganger shared.