It's a good idea to leave your troubles— The sun had already made her way across the sky to her bed in the west, the moon taking her place, when cooper found himself exiting the winding halls of the observatory into the open air of the territory. He allowed his paws to lead the way, eyes trained on the sky and the stars that created a map against the purple void.

Cooper's thoughts wandered across his mind as he wandered across the territory, jumping from topic to topic. He thought of his past, of Diane, of Harry, of the news he'd received on his arrival, of things past and present; there wasn't anywhere his mind didn't go. He couldn't help but fall back to his joining moment, the way the entire world seemed to shift at the mention of Starrynight. The wind itself seemed to hold its breath before pushing at him when he said it, and the shift in Bastille sent chills down the canines spine.

When Cooper finally pulled himself from his thoughts, he found himself standing at the edge of the cliffs that spanned most the territories border, the Trickling Falls near enough to fill his ears with the sounds of falling water. The dog looked around at his surroundings, finding himself far from where he stared. How long had he been walking that he'd reached this point, he had to wonder.

Scanning the cliff's edge, he spotted the rubble path that lead down to the water's edge. He headed for it, taking the path slowly as to not trip. He came to a pause at the point where the coast meets the water, cold ocean lapping at his paws. "Diane, I find myself at the water's edge, the moon already halfway across her path, and my thoughts are buzzing like flies. Every time I flick them away they return to buzz around my head. I wish i knew a way to rid myself of them, just for a solitary moment." The canine took a few steps forward, paws now covered by ocean water.—at home when operating a vehicle.

"SPEECH"

It's a good idea to leave your troubles— Cooper's head jerked to look at Suiteheart in surprise, unsure of how he'd missed her. Perhaps he'd been so wrapped into his thoughts that he simply skimmed over her, like a page you've read multiple times and understood nothing. "It's a common mindset for the troubled, I suppose" responded the dog, gaze flickering back up to the moon.

The sound of water splashing back into itself caught his attention quickly, dragging him from the moon to Suiteheart and watching as she dried her own fur with a wave of the paw. That's something he'd quickly noticed upon arriving, an interesting quantity of animals with odd powers. He'd heard of such things, and seen hints of it in the past but never to this extent. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Suiteheart! I'm Dale Cooper."

The canine studied the white feline, though he was careful not to stare. "I've been settling in well, a kind feline named Hazel has been helping with that" he commented, a smile on his face. As he smiled, his head tolted, causing one ear to flop over and rest inside-out on top his head. —at home when operating a vehicle.

"SPEECH"

It's a good idea to leave your troubles— Cooper let out a long breath, one that he felt like he'd been holding for moons. In the calm of the night he let his worries wash away with the waves that tugged at his fur. Part of him wanted to follow the waves away from the beach, into the deep dark waters before them. But he couldn't, he had to stay.

Dale winced at the mention of his name popping up, memories of his stupid blunder at the border appearing back in his mind "I do home it was in partnership with good things that you hear my name" commented the mix as he lowered his eyes to the moon's reflection on the water. "Hazel's nice, I can already tell she's a kind soul to be friends with."

The canine took a small step forward in the water, feeling his paws sink into the sand. He opened his mouth to speak, to add to the conversation, to break the silence, but his muzzle snapped shut. There was no need, he could just relax. For the first time he could truly relax. —at home when operating a vehicle.

"SPEECH"

It's a good idea to leave your troubles— Cooper let his eyes close for a moment, listening to the crashing of waves and his new companion's breathing. It was odd how quickly at ease he felt with this white molly, though he didn't feel the need to fight it. His eyes fluttered open as she began to speak again, his head turning to look down at her.

He felt his shoulders tense as she asked her question and he glanced away. "No, no. Nobody saidanything it was just..." he paused for a moment, thinking over his next words, "a blunder of my own. Mentioned someone that was a bit of a sore spot for some members there." he admitted finally. He kept his eyes away from her white form, looking off into the horizon.

As the conversation shifted back to Hazel, the tension drained from his form. And then Starrynight came into play. Oh dear, here came those pesky thoughts. The thought-flies were back, as they always seemed to be back. But there were less, it felt like. Fewer emotions thoughts tugging at his brain. "You seem like an old soul yourself, dear" he said, the pet name slipping out with his permission. And he let it. Despite having just met her, she felt like an old companion, like she'd fit in right along with Harry and Hawk.

Cooper lifted a paw out of the water, watching as the water dripped and streamed off of his fur. When it seemed all the water had gone, he placed the paw back in the water and directed his gaze to the moon. It had moved in the sky and he adjusted to see it better. "I've heard many crazy ideas in the past and I'm open to more" he replied, not dragging his eyes from the moon's white glow. —at home when operating a vehicle.

"SPEECH"