Take your time.
At his comment, Jantus earned himself a playful smirk from the one-eyed Patriarch. "Superstitious, no. Sarcastic, yes." That was the truth of it, all in all; he was a bastard deep down, unafraid to toy with his words even when they involved the dead and their loved ones. Jantus continued however, making small talk as they waited out the rain; what he said, however, was not the typical chatter of an idle mind. Jantus spoke wisely and knowledgeably of their dead comrade -- as the day continued to progress, Jefferson silently stored away their words in the back of his mind, considering each as they passed through his ears. The dead, the alive, the afterlife -- these things were so foreign to he that considered everything, and he could only wonder how the world would react the second he left it behind. "He sounds like a life to be remembered," the cyclops said slowly, all seriousness in his voice. "You honor him by coming."
With some organization, Jefferson moved the funeral party back outside the cabin and once again took their lead, the single Valley man against a mass of foreigners. Jantus, his fellow cyclops, was someone he could trust and comfortably walk beside. As they moved along, Jefferson pointed out a few places of interest they were passing, including the Ranch where he resided and the Three Moons Lakes that neighbored it. Even covered in snow and ice, the land of Phoenix Valley was beautiful; as Jefferson moved along, he realized perhaps the land he watched over so closely was worth the resting place of Skoll through its beauty, if nothing more.
The cemetery was a dark and dismal place. Members of his pack rarely visited it as most of the headstones were foreign and belonged to unfamiliar strangers. He himself had only visited a few times; the air was thick and primarily untouched by sunlight, creating a rather eerie atmosphere even Jefferson preferred to avoid. Surrounded by brush and hidden in sanctity in the deepest heart of the small surrounding forest, the Patriarch nearly got them lost a few times en route through the trees (he didn't mention this out loud, of course), but within a decent amount of time, they burst into the open area. "This is it," he introduced. "Small but homey. Hopefully your friend is here."
