Tetradore hadn't considered those near nonsensical fears that he had considered eating the woman. Quite on the contrary, his thoughts where near single-minded in their goal to ensure her birthday was as proper as he was certain it should be, not that Tetradore himself had been given a proper birthday since he was a child. It was, perhaps, vicarious living at it's best. He was hardly oblivious to that look of surprise on her features at the suggestion they might bake a cake and yet, considering the alcohol that surely ran through their blood, it was hardly surprising that she agreed to it nearly as readily, only with the idea that a bit of some direction might be warranted. Tetradore busied himself with gathering some of those general ingredients while she looked through the cabinets for that book and yet, he hardly expected that conversation to shift towards Raven, as natural as it might have been. That inquiry as to why the woman cooked for him too, however, brought a small shrug to his shoulders. "I guess it's a pack thing..." He commented, his head tilted to the side, "I'm not sure, I guess our pack is too small for me to know if it is a pack thing or a just us thing..." Tetradore's eyebrows furrowed for a moment as he considered this inquiry only for the young woman to present him with a whole new line of thought.

Rather, it was that mention of Tobias that drew his attention, his head bobbed ever so slightly in response to that inquiry and yet, he was hardly surprised by that tale she had to offer him. "Caballo means horse. Given all of your Maker's actions, you can see why we're not too friendly with horses." He shrugged ever so slightly, as if all of this seemed perfectly sensible, even though Tetradore was well aware that Frost's pack was hardly inclusive to only his species. He hardly commented on Raven or Jackal in their efforts to assist Tobias in ridding themselves of that woman at his side. Rather, Tetradore was far more inclined to inquire after what steps were necessary to cook that cake, now that they'd found all of the ingredients they needed. Those instructions she provided him were near minimal at best and yet, they were enough to prompt some sort of movement from the man. He slid off that counter, trailing after her towards the sink to wash his hands before returning to that bowl only to start on the top of that list of ingredients. Flour, he decided, was definitely something he was capable of doing, even if he took several further sips of that alcoholic beverage that had only just begun to create a sort of warmth within his system and a hint of a haze in his thoughts.

His attention strayed from his task only as the young woman moved to his side, assisting in the pouring of those ingredients only to offer inquiries that most had never bothered to ask him. It was natural, that shrug he offered her in response. After all, Tetradore was rather notorious for being one with few words, not that many dared to ask him anything of any real value. Not like this. "It's okay, I guess. People either stare at you like they're afraid of you or like they want to take you out and take your spot." It was always one or the other, he'd even seen those glimpses within the eyes of his own pack. It was a lonely life - to be regarded in such a fashion and yet, his life had near existed in a perpetual state of loneliness, enough so that he didn't question those feelings. That request for the mixer was met with immediate reaction from the man's part, though hardly even a chuckle left his lips at the notion of the Ark chosen purely for fish. His own reasoning was far more...bland than. "My family needed a home and fighting was all I knew, so I took it." It seemed simply enough, really. He did what he knew best to provide for Tobias and for Nadya...and look at how that turned out for him. He placed that mixer in front of her only to move towards that quickly dwindling bottle and pour himself a glass, quite suddenly feeling as if he needed it.