Tetradore was hungry. His body was attempting to heal from that blood he'd so easily sacrificed to mar the walls and furniture of Frost's bedroom. He could hear those heavy footsteps upon the stairs as the Nordic man headed upstairs to see the mural he'd painted upon his walls. Thankfully, it left Tetradore free to explore the extent of those lower floors. He hardly hesitated as he drifted towards the kitchen, his fingers reaching out to grab an apple from the pile that sat upon the countertops. He rubbed the ruby red skin of the apple against his shirt before biting into it, his gaze tracing over the exterior of the kitchen with a small frown. He could hardly help but to lament once again that he was without the affinities of that ebony wolf, most of those kitchen encounters occurred with the ghost and human in the same room. Levitating the furniture was vastly more terrifying than simply finding the remnants of whatever he was going to do. And yet, regardless, Tetradore found himself picking up the chairs from the floor as he ate that apple, stacking them precariously upon the table in such a way that a singular bump would send that tower falling to the floor. It was hardly scarey persay, in fact, he hadn't the faintest idea why finding furniture rearranged was so terrifying in those movies and yet, for some reason, the female protagonists always looked as if their sacred kitchen being redecorated was the most astonishing thing to be fathomed.

For a moment he simply stood there, eying his work as he took another bite before something out of the corner of his eye drew his attention vastly more. It was impressed within the wall and yet he knew immediately what that box was. Oh yes, things were about to get vastly more interesting. He tossed the core of that apple into the trashcan, pausing only to dump the entirety of that bowl in the trash as well. It was petty, he knew it, taking the horses' apples from him and yet he was entirely willing to be frivolous with his dislike of that man. After all, he was fairly certain Frost's initial terrorizing of his pack was warranted. Nevertheless, Tetradore's fingers reached out towards that fuse box, pulling open the front panel to reveal the switches and wires within. A small grin traced his features as he eyed the connections in front of him, his gaze immediately fluttered towards the main hallway at the sound of Frost's footsteps once again. Well, that was a decidedly short time to admire his work. How....disappointing. His head tilted ever inquisitively to the side, listening intent to Frost's voice as it rang through the house. Show himself? Was this all he had? A soft puff of air left his nose in amusement. He wanted more did he? Very well, Tetradore was willing to oblige.

He reached up to his mouth, so calling for that acidic saliva, letting it coat his fingertips as he reached out to that array of wires behind that smooth interface. He let his fingertips work over those colored electrical cables, the lights over head immediately beginning to flicker as his acid ate through the protective covering and through the wire itself. It was only a matter of time till they were plunged entirely into darkness. It was only once his proverbial stage had been set that Tetradore closed that box quietly behind him, the man pausing only to unclothe himself, leaving a small pile in the corner against the fridge. He could retrieve it before he was done here. Tetradore stretched out his limbs, preparing himself before he allowed that transformation to overtake his form. In but moment's he'd shed his skin to that ebony panther, his body still ached from the transformation, that ease he'd once found had seemingly been reset, almost, with his death. Still, he had business to attend to and a bit of discomfort was hardly enough to let this prime opportunity go by. A yawn left his lips as his feet padded from the kitchen to the accompanying dining room, all too aware of that door way that led to the hall Frost stood within.

His nails raked against the wallpaper, all too aware that the simple sound would gather Frost's attention. It was only once he'd sufficiently marked up the dining room, and once he could hear the approach of the Nordic man that he let those shadows gather around him, teleporting him out of that room and instead behind the man. He watched as Frost stepped into that dining room, a low growl reverberated on his lips, fully aware the man would turn at that simple sound and yet, Tetradore hardly intended to stay there long. Not yet. Instead, the panther reappeared at the very end of that darkened, flickering hallway, the creature simply sat within the lights, those emerald eyes nearly glowing as he simply stared down the end of that darkened hallway towards the fellow. Well - he had wanted to see the figure that so haunted him. Now that he had, what did he intend to do?