It seemed the evening's events were rather blatantly calling out to him one by one. First, it was the foreign sound of a stranger's howl, though gentle and non-threatening it seemed. The Patriarch soon stood two-legged and on his way, grumbling and swearing to himself as he went. He could never be ensured that DaVinci would tend to such tedious things, and thus he was often stuck seeing to them himself. He couldn't blame the silver-furred idiot of a subleader, though; he had his own problems, whether it was keeping mind of his children or figuring things out with Ryan, he was always busy. DaVinci managed to help out when he could, and whatever he managed to do was enough to keep Jefferson out of his hair, anyway.
Shortly after the reverberation of the howl over the evening's chilly January air, the cyclops nearly choked on the sudden and unexpected inhalation of smoke, which (of course) made him move a little faster and had his expression set in a twisted scowl. Whoever it was that was romping around on his land and building campfires, they'd had better had a good explanation for it. Not only that, but when he came across the blind ex-Matriarch wandering around in search of the culprit and evidently frustrated by their lack of response, Jefferson's scowl thickened. She was moving around blind, with an injured back leg no less. The brute wasn't especially pleased. Of course, he said nothing to her but stepped past rather blatantly, pace quickened and heavy due to his now pushed temper. She would recognize his distinguishable gait, of course, and thus no real dialogue between the two was needed.
When the embers of the fire fell into view and the heat began to burn at his face, Jefferson peered his thick green eye down at the seated stranger, slowly becoming a live snowman under the falling flakes. As always, Jefferson managed to approach at the wrong angle (and could have cared less), now standing behind the intruder with a flaring green eye and a terrible frown on his face. "You stand on my lands and ignore who greets you even though she's blind," he hissed grimly, no introduction or greeting included whatsoever, "and you build fires. You'd better have some goddamn good reasons. Get on your damn feet."