Just a note: Ty was in PV for a long time before taking off. He DOES know his father -- there isn't much to "get to know about him" that hasn't figured out already. You might want to IM Shannon about that if you're unsure. ^^
Jefferson opened a laugh at the boy's unintentional clumsiness with words, rambling on with the sudden onset of excitement and reverting back to his young, youthful side that the cyclops was so accustomed to. Tyrone had certainly grown up since the days when the pup had followed in his footsteps and the one-eyed brute had taught him all the basics. Ty had been there the day they found Iskata, the day she had been found blind and beaten on the pack's outskirts. Jefferson had shielded the boy's eyes from the sight and hastily sent him ahead to find Deuce and his father and warn them, while the cyclops himself rescued the woman he himself idolized and looked up to just as Ty had done to him. To this day, the Patriarch wondered how much of that Tyrone still remembered... or if the boy remembered his grandmother only as the "useless", blind woman his sister led around and watched over.
"Jefferson is fine, Tyrone," the scarred brute smiled, breaking away from his mesmerizing thoughts. The cyclops had addressed the boy with his full name, giving his words a touch of direction and command, at which his almost-nephew winced and smiled shyly. "Your father leads the pack after me. He's busy these days, but..." The single green eye of the cyclops glittered warmly, though the boy sank in some sort of doubt or second thoughts. "...He'd be very happy to see you, Ty. Go meet up with him and your sister... you'll be fine."
That said, the boy perked up and requested a move, at which the Patriarch easily complied. "All right, all right. Let's see how well you remember this territory. Lead the way." A smile, and they moved on.