Redhawk Caldera i wait on clip-clops.

Fin laid quietly at the mouth of the little den that Peregrine had set her up in once she'd finally returned home. Her gaze was glued intently out into the wilderness, never swaying from some spot in the distance. Though there was no one around and not a thing of interest happening near her, a small, eager smile was plastered on her silver and alabaster muzzle. Her eyes danced with happy anticipation and her plush tail tapped a constant beat upon the cold ground beside her haunches as she wagged it endlessly.

Only Finley knew what she was so excited about, but I'll let you in on the secret as well. She was anticipating the appearance of her dear friend @Fox at any moment. They had no prior plans, and no one had told Fin to expect her. Fin didn't even know if Fox was even aware of her return. But she waited loyally and patiently, just like my dog does at 5:30 every evening on the end of the couch, staring expectantly out the window even when I don't get home until late.