That permanent marker moved across those pages with ease, so marking each and every one of those boxes before outlining one final one. He leaned back, eying that work with a hint of contentment before recapping that marker and depositing it within that bag of things he'd brought with him. He knew well his pack would find him soon enough, his return would certainly spread like wildfire, not only through the Ark but the entire West side. Soon, his efforts all these months would be undone and yet, perhaps that prospect that Frost had failed to kill him, or that he'd risen from the dead, would be enough to still send that stallion off kilter. Maybe he'd fabricate some ridiculous tale as to how and why he'd returned just with the intent for it to one day reach the man's ears. For now, however, his thoughts were entirely distracted of such only by the sound of those bare feet against the floor of the hallway. His emerald gaze rose, those vibrant eyes meeting the dark ones of his best friend's alone as he simply watched the man, this very moment but one of the few that had so concerned him when he had considered his return to his world but hours ago. He watched as his companion reached out for his hand, raising it to his lips and yet that caress of Tobias' tongue caused Tetradore's eyebrows to raise ever so slightly in an entirely questioning fashion. That bizarre action, however, seemed enough to satisfy his companion, Tobias merely dropping his hand but moments later to regard him with noteable glee.

A soft chuckle echoed on the were King's lips, his head shaking ever so slightly in response. "Hello, Tobias." He offered in response, hardly perturbed at all by the deviant's peculiar behavior. His emerald eyes glanced briefly behind the man, so noting that look of both awe and horror that seemed to have settled upon the features of Raven and yet, he was willing to give the woman however much time she needed to come to terms with her emotions. Instead, it was Tobias' voice that drew his attention as the man settled at his side in that place that so wholly heartedly belonged to him alone. It was endearing, the fashion at which the man had so wholly heartedly believed in his return - when he had perhaps little but belief to go off of. Tetradore could hardly help the way in which his hand rose, his fingers ruffling the boy's locks in a small show of affection. Still, it was that mention of 'presents' that caused his own sort of wicked grin to mirror across the man's features, his head nodding quite eagerly. "I did." He muttered simply, presenting his best friend with that calendar he'd held within his hands. The front of it had a red ferrari upon the front, the months each holding their own sports car. Tomorrow's date had been the first box he'd circled, each one after numbered in the far right corner with Tetradore's own handwriting till the 90th day was so boxed off as well. He doubted that Tobias would make sense of it and yet, Tetradore had made promises to each of them, things he fully intended to make good on now that he was given a second chance at life. "This is your first one." He stated, and yet any of those others were interrupted only by that familiar feminine voice.

Tetradore's gaze rose towards the young woman that stood at such a distance away from them. He watched her simply as she asked those thoughts that weighed heavily upon her mind and yet, Tetradore hardly had the answers she required, or, at least, most of them. A small shrug crossed his shoulders at her inquiry of how it was possible for him to come back from the dead, the man himself had but a vague understanding of what had happened and yet, he was perhaps unwilling to share his new found gift, even with his own pack. "I suppose you don't." He responded, and really what did he have to offer her that might cement his identity. He was who he was and Raven would either come to terms with it or not in time. It was the prospect of that bond, however, that he was able to answer, his gaze shifting from the girl towards the man at his side. "You do not feel that bond because, for the time being, Tobias is still your Alpha. If he submits to me again, then I will regain my position as Alpha of the Ark." It was that very thing that had truly worried him. Tetradore knew well that his best friend was altogether reckless by nature, often unwilling to acknowledge of any power of higher authority than his own. There was, after all, every chance that the boy might choose to keep his given position and, in turn, that Tetradore would lose not only his home but his family in turn.

Still, his attention turned further when, not but moment's later that demure girl he'd so accepted in spite of her relationship with that very man whom so murdered him arrived. He was surprised, really, to see her still here and yet, he could only assume it was of her own choice and not as some spy for the man whom had caused so much damage in his life. He watched as her gaze turned respectfully away from him and yet, he gestured slightly for her to join them. "Alexis, I have a gift of sorts for you as well." He offered, so inviting her to join the small congregation. His attention deviated only by the sound of the stairs creaking softly under the weight of that large feline, his emerald eyes merely watching that ebony tigress as she strode into the Ark and upon his very platform. A small simper crossed his lips as her head was pressed against his thigh, his hand reaching out to delicately let his fingers pet the woman in a rare gesture of affection. He knew they would come. It was inevitable and yet, they had reacted to his presence far faster than even Tetradore had anticipated.