Tetradore hardly expected for his niece and nephew to have any inkling of a notion of his absence, much less his return. Last he'd seen them, those syllables had still wholly escaped them, the twins more reduced to mere sounds and certainly not of age to even begin contemplating any such thing as death. Effortlessly, the man lifted Izzy into his arms, commenting on those gifts he'd had in store for them, even if the girl hardly understood exactly what those words were that he spoke to her. His gaze only briefly shifted to his sibling, those words that left his lips for once revealing that he knew well of Frost's adoration for her, to an extent, at least. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at that mention of Samantha, and the stallion's belief that he was dead, altogether aware of the likelihood that Nadya would be the one to inform him otherwise. "I did die." He stated, simply enough. He'd had months to come to terms with that simple fact. Frost had killed him. If it were not for Jackal, their life would be continuing on without him. "A necromancer took pity on me. Though, I still loose my body, sometimes." It was a lie. He knew it was a lie and yet, he wanted Frost to believe it as truth, he wanted all those months of tormenting and torturing the man to not be for nothing. He hated lying to his sister, but really, so much of their relationship had been half lies or omitted truths, it was time he played by her rules.

The man listened as she spoke of confronting the man, as she spoke of her concerns of his pack's retaliation against Tobias and Raven and yet, for a long moment, Tetradore offered her no word in response. Instead, the man simply watched her, considering those words and that which he knew from those months of stalking the man. He knew Frost's pack was altogether falling apart at the seams. He knew of the members that made up his ranks, and how they'd depleted or were altogether flighty at best. He knew of Nadya's scent upon the man's property - both old and new. And though he believed she'd gone and confronted the man, he doubted sincerely that Frost's continued existence was from fear of the man's pack. It was likely Nadya knew of his pack far better than even he did. "I'm not worried about his pack." Tetradore replied taking that box to drag it into the living room behind him. It was difficult, those emotions that so stirred within him. She was his sister and yet, he felt betrayed. Betrayed with the knowledge that she'd stalked Frost's home enough for her smell to linger there. Betrayed with the certainty that she would return there, now that his death was no longer a hindrance for the pair. Still, Tetradore kept such thoughts, and such feelings to himself, instead watching as his nephew came to join them at the edge of that box.

It was hardly difficult to open it, though a certain measure of care was needed to ensure the children didn't get hurt whilst he grappled with that tape. The pieces of that plastic castle house were slowly pulled from the box, any plastic upon them removed before the man began to fit them together, entirely ensuring those screws were fitted tightly so the climbing castle could hold the weight of the two children without concern. It took a bit longer than he'd anticipated to fit the whole thing together and yet, the result was quite adorable. The castle had two platforms with multiple ways to climb up and a tiny slide to swoop the children back down to the carpeted ground. "Tada." He uttered, his gaze briefly drifting to Micah, moving to lift the boy and place him upon the top platform, entirely inquisitive of how he might handle this newfound toy of sorts. He glanced back at his sibling, entirely content to drop any talk of the pack and, instead, focus upon what little was left of his 'family', even if he felt them slipping through his fingers. "We'll probably have to move some of this stuff outside." He commented, referring to that castle and the items in the rest of those boxes that still sat in her front hallway. Tetradore might not have been the best brother, but he was at least attempting to be a semi-decent uncle.