Stavanger Bay ah, just burn it up

He simply refused to put too much thought into whatever it was that maintained the closest thing to a routine he had, and instead be content to still have anything... and it was as simple as striding easily into Vallkyrie's similar company. Antares didn't understand why, even here to today after all else, but at least he mostly understood how it had come to be.

Ears pricked, he drew a slow breath as he listened on. Torbine. He peered her way when her pause, and glance, drew him there. Does it? Tell me more about there..? he aimed to suggest, interested enough in hearing more of places far flung from here. It seemed to be his business in collecting bits and pieces from others about that lately as he further tried to map his world beyond the Teekons. Or Torbine, he added, because he knew little already, and could chance it not being too delicate of a subject. Antares thought the name sounded unfamiliar on his tongue but he still tried to do it some measure of justice.

With a thoughtful furrow on his expression, he sighed through his nose, mostly. This was where my grandfather was born, supposedly. When a pack claimed this bay years ago.. the dark scout offered for a fact in return, having assumed he had the right place though everything matched; this had to be Stavanger Bay, and it was some piece of history of theirs once. Now, to him, a safe place to continue to mend his wearied mind and soul more than anything.