Redhawk Caldera Look, we're all a little weird, we're all a little wacky.

Once her father regarded her, and her mother had seen it, Clover was permitted to make like a madwoman toward the duo. Her trot was like an eager prance, though less elegant than that at her age. She giggled giddily at his response, and as she moved she again bellowed a loud HEY!!!!!!!! Her tail whipped wildly behind her and she became all the more wiggly as she neared them.