Redhawk Caldera i wait on clip-clops.

Fin didn't want to talk about what had happened with Finn. It was still so fresh, and talking about it seemed to give it all more power than she was willing to admit it had. But of course, Fox asked, and Fin did not like to refuse anything to her best friend. She gave a pitiful little whimper and rolled more onto her uninjured side, casting a dark, pouting glance at the ridge to their flank, her head not budging from its place upon the ground.

"So... I kinda had this.. thing... with Finn," the Blackthorn replied slowly as though each word was a thumbtack she was delicately spitting out of her mouth, "I mean, nothing ever happened, but it felt like it was going somewhere. Then he didn't come to the Caldera when we moved. And I thought maybe he would visit eventually to, y'know... talk to me about stuff, but I didn't see him till he came to visit while I was at the Plateau." A vision of his heartbroken face flashed into her mind, causing her to give a frustrated sigh. "It... went poorly," Fin finished lamely.