The Sentinels for the soul is dead that slumbers

Atticus was relieved to find the stranger was humorous and at least seemed open to strangers, unlike some of the others he'd encountered in Teekon. "No, we're definitely not here to do that." He insisted, with a half smile. With the mention of stars, he found himself, once again, admiring the twinkling balls of light in the sky. "It wasn't our intent, but certainly a welcome bonus amongst our travels." 

It wasn't often the wolf stared at the deafening void that is the evening sky, because in truth it can be rather unsettling. What is all of that? Especially with his lack of memory beyond the past couple months, his knowledge of anything remotely involving the sky is limited, making all the more intimidating to acknowledge so deeply.  "Sorry if we've interrupted your observations, we're just passing through."