Hi Adam! 
What had been a simple walk around the territory became quite a bit more complicated at a moments' notice, though that was typical anytime Jefferson decided to stroll or try to clear his mind. Even when the one-eyed idiot himself was idle and had nothing better to do than canter about aimlessly or patrol the borders, there always seemed to be far more going on in the territory that rarely didn't move to interrupt him. This case followed in suit, of course: two-legged steps a short distance from the shoreline paused when nearby rumbling caught his ears. Jefferson turned, only to watch in mild surprise as a figure took a rather long, humorous tumble down the quarry. The cyclops probably should have been worried, but was more amused by the strange yelps and cries the wolf was making, including the longer shriek as he tumbled off a cliff, through the air, and spiraling into the ocean. At this, the one-eyed idiot laughed wholeheartedly -- the first time in a while -- and worked his way up and around the cliffside, knowing well from personal experiences that the entire trip down that useless quarry couldn't kill anyone, anyway.
He had assumed the tumbler to be DaVinci due to the familiar shrieks (at whom he would have openly mocked to no end), but upon looking down from the cliff's edge at the poor boy struggling his way back up to safety on the wet rocks, Jefferson was pleasantly surprised. "Ty? You're back too?" Skylar had surprised him with her presence just a few days before, but the cyclops had chosen not to question her on the whereabouts of her brother whom the Patriarch had mentored and developed quite a bond with before the boy had run off to sail the seas in search of his mother. His scarred expression brightened, extending his one arm down at the boy to help him up. "Here, grab my hand. Your sister said you hadn't come back with her," the brute observed, smiling for once.