The sleek ebony panther's gaze so followed his spotted companion, his ears wholly attentive to the two women even as he watched the feline he called his friend pounce upon a surely imaginary spot of prey. Though it seemed Raven's inquiries were to go unanswered, it was but his own he demanded any real acknowledgement of. Her softened reassurance that those who had so slighted her, whom had haunted her and surely tormented her were all dead. They were no longer a threat to the pack and, in turn, Tetradore was entirely willing to forget the girl's absence altogether, regardless of the reasons that so drew her away from their small, makeshift family. He was hardly one to inquire further, after all, as his emerald eyes flickered towards those depthless purple ones of the woman across from him, he could see well the horrors of what had occurred written in those bottomless chasms - all the things they all never spoke of and cared entirely to simply forget. His attention, however, was wholly fleeting, falling back upon his companion as the two women spoke softly of their worries and, in turn, reassurances. Such a conversation was one he hardly wished to get in the way of and yet, like the leopard, the chatter was too of little interest to him.

In fact, it wasn't until the mention of a celebration that Tetradore's ears flickered and his emerald eyes turned back towards the pair of women with a glimpse of utter uncertainty. He supposed that there was reason enough to celebrate, even if that bewildered look upon Regan's features so bore into him. Although he was unsure of what this celebration would consist of, he hardly anticipated it would be nearly as bad as the ebony tiger so seemed to think it would be. After all, it would only be the four of them would it not? Tetradore ignored that nearly endearing pout that crossed the woman's lips as he gave into this notion of celebrating. Rather, his attention fluttered towards Tobias and the boy's own suggestion for their party - eating. Eating was something Tetradore quite liked. Cookies, cupcakes, cake. They could visit that pastry store the two men often stalked downtown, he was sure the woman there would write 'welcome home' on something for them, after all, she seemed as if she was quite fond of the pair. Such thought of frosting and sweetness, however, was quickly chased away instead by the sound of Raven's voice.

A soft puff of air left his nose at the sound of that singular word. Hunting. The taste of blood and raw meat was starkly different from that baked sweetness he'd been momentarily considered. In truth, he hardly enjoyed hunting as he supposed he should have, even if he kept his distaste of it away from the pack at large. It reminded him far too much of those times Risque would utilize him to terrorize, maim, or murder those who dared rise against her. Such a hunt was the only kind he'd ever really experienced for the majority of his adult life. His animal, it would seem, somehow lacked certain feral instincts that his companions so readily took up. Still, the were-panther's head bobbed ever so slightly in acceptance of this, knowing well enough that Tobias would undoubtedly jump at the opportunity. It was, however, Regan, he so saw to please as the man rose to all four's. Such, thought into another being's desires was, in itself, entirely rare for the man to so display. "Regan, what do you think of a hunt? The deer population has been exceedingly plentiful of late."