The green-eyed Patriarch did not much care for cloudy weather. In fact, the cyclops typically found himself going on nature walks rather than border patrols on days when the sun was shining and the air was fresher, but the clouds' decision to overcast and block out the blue of the sky did a number on his mood (while he was always an asshole, perhaps he was just slightly less of one when the sun showed its face). The air felt thick, humid; there was a particular, almost eerie feeling in Phoenix Valley that day, as Jefferson observed, and for reasons unknown the two-legged Luperci was walking on edge. Something seemed... out of place. His underlings were busy, perhaps, else they found the means to stay out of his sight completely, for not a face could be found on the packlands. He hadn't had a decent conversation with DaVinci nor Geneva in quite a while, giving the brute too much time to think and be alone. He wanted to be alone, right? Wasn't that what he'd always said?
The eeriness of the lonely packlands was discomforting, however, and perhaps the Patriarch might have admitted to wanting company or an interruption for conversation. Instead, he was patrolling borders he already knew would be as deserted as the rest of the land, as everyone else seemed to be busy except for he. With Inferni poised from afar and watching his pack's movements carefully, the one-eyed hybrid knew fully that he could not afford a day where his borders weren't checked and his underlings misbehaved.
As he passed through on his usual, daily route around the packlands, Jefferson was mildly surprised to find a few faces at the border's edge: that dark-furred girl that had put up such a fuss with Whinifred was there, though he did not quite recognize the other two. He'd already forgotten the fussy French one's name, and still hadn't gotten much time to get to know her actual story... but what he did remember was that she mentioned brothers who had deserted her or something similar, and the rather torrential looks in the eyes of the two males accompanying her had the Patriarch slowly approaching and calling as he did. "Who are you?" He said gruffly, scowl thick and distrusting of their presence.