Tetradore's own thoughts drifted as his emerald eyes simply watched the delivery men in front of him carrying those heavy boxes of toys towards that porch. His pack had each taken to his death and resurrection in their own way. Tobias had not but blinked an eye at his return, nor the ebony tigress that often preferred the fringes of that Western boat. Alexis had seemed wholly surprised while Raven - Raven was still questioning everything. He had contemplated, truly, what he had anticipated from his sibling and yet, at the end of the day, he expected her to care particularly little. After all, she had left the Ark willingly and her scent, in those months he had so haunted Frost, had been particularly poignant upon the man's territory. He knew little of her efforts for vengeance, instead wholeheartedly believing that she had chosen that Icelandic murderer over their own family, though he supposed she had never really connected well with any of them in the first place. Still - in spite of all of it, she was the only living true blood relative he had left and her children were still his niece and nephew. At the very least, they still deserved somewhat of his presence within the life, enough to cause the man to put aside his anger at the prospect of Nadya and Frost after some procrastination to see him right where he stood - just on the periphery of the girl's property.

The sound of that door opening caused his emerald eyes to shift upwards and yet, the man hardly moved from his position, merely watching her as she stepped down from her porch and, in turn, moved towards the man himself. Tetradore knew well that look of shock within her eyes, his veritable rise from the grave had certainly produced that look in many a souls and yet, there was little denying that he was indeed here. Entirely thanks to some age old bruja magic - but really, who was he to look a gift horse in the mouth? He watched as she suddenly stopped in front of him and yet, the man made no move to close that distance between them, instead simply waiting as she grappled with those emotions that filled her. He hardly anticipated the way in which her hand so abruptly moved to slap him against the chest and yet, it hardly hurt in the slightest. A weak simper crossed his features as he regarded his younger sibling, a small shrug crossing his shoulders in the process. "I figured I'd get the kiddos some Christmas presents....belated, of course."

He gestured slightly to those boxes that were still resting within those delivery man's arms, the man glancing back at him with a look that seemed to suggest those boxes were heavy. "You can put them inside." He called to the two men, after all, Nadya hadn't turned him away and thus, he doubted she had any intention of too tossing those boxes of toys for her children either. "I got you a Christmas present too, Nadya." He continued, as if this talk of Christmas was vastly more important this his death, resurrection and Nadya's love life. Rather, Tetradore reached into the pocket of that leather jacket, fishing a small black box from the depths. The box itself was almost entirely nondescript except for that small silver colored logo in the dead center, speaking volumes of the expensive jewelry store he had fetched it from, even if he'd been entirely unsure of whether or not Nadya would even like the gift. Still, he was at least trying. That had to count for something.