He leans on one elbow and rubs his temple while looking at her, in the same way that someone else might massage their creased forehead. "West, if I had to name one.

I haven't been there in a good while, though. Moved away as a lad - about... twenty years ago now? - and then kind of stayed gone.

Not that I have never been back, but my home has been elsewhere for a long time now.

You?" He's quite sure that she's not from Ireland at all and isn't going to make a guess because who knows. Not all Garou stay where they're from. Most of his pack included.

As for the question of being dead, he could say more to that... but he's really not invested enough to start a discussion. Pinning down family ties is more interesting, anyway.