  Copper calmly nods at the raccoon before walking off into the direction of the preserve, his steps steady and his face set into an obnoxiously emotionless expression. The coolness of the air and sounds of animals all around him calming him. He is so calm, in fact, that he does not even acknowledge the raccoon he is leaving behind. He silently whispers into the breeze an inaudible word, closing his eyes as he strides into the unknown with ease.  