The prospect that glitter might be seen as feminine hardly perturbed the were-King in the slightest as he inquired after the substance. After all, he was rather certain that there was little about this whole event that was somehow supposed to be masculine in anyway. It was, he was assured, about nostalgia. It was reliving those sweet moments of his childhood before everything had been ripped to shreds and their lives had been destroyed. It was a nice, sweet, innocent moment that surely deserved glitter. Tetradore could hardly deny that sense of pleasure that filled him when he was finally given the sparkly substance, the man more than content to focus on the recreation of that very egg he'd made as a child. He was hardly oblivious to those tender touches of affection between his best friend and the man's fiance. It was, however, hardly his business and, in turn, he was more than willing to ignore it entirely. There was little reason why such love should prompt any discomfort within him, they were, after all engaged. Some levels of affection were certainly to be expected. It was only once his own egg was done that Tetradore gave up that glitter to his companion, instead fishing another untouched egg from that carton for dying, even though he had little notion on what he intended to do with it.

His attention deviated from his egg only by Tobias' voice, the boy clearly eager to show off his own handy work at the stick figured he'd carefully crafted on those egg to reflect Raven and himself. A small simper crossed his features as he eyed that glittery 'hair'. The art was hardly spectacular by any mean and yet, it was endearing that Tobias had thought of them enough to try to craft those eggs all the same. He saw little reason not to praise the boy for his efforts. At the very least it was rare in which Tobias was able to stay still long enough to try some sort of art and craft project, particularly one that included water. This, clearly, meant something to Raven and, in turn, Tetradore saw little reason not to praise the boy all the same. That beam he was given in return was hardly anticipated and yet, to see Tobias so truly pleased had a fashion of prompting an equally as rare simper to the man's usually stoic features.

His gaze shifted towards the timid Raven, the man equally as determined to provide her with some measure of approval. The young woman seemed to thrive upon that appreciation and, apart of the Alpha was assured it was his job to see to giving her what she needed in turn. His emerald eyes settled upon that egg she held up to him, showing off that triangle pattern she'd sketched into that dye with her white crayon. That grin she presented him with prompted a small simper to his lips as he nodded quite firmly. "It looks wonderful, Raven." He assured her, noting that hesitance. It was only once he was certain both of his pack members were appeased that Tetradore turned to fish that next egg from the dye he'd placed it in, even if he wasn't quite sure what to do with it now that he had managed to turn it that bright color he desired. He glanced upwards only at that mention of his mother and how nice it was that she had indulged the boys on such childish activities. He remained silent as Tobias spoke of the woman, only to mention his father and...sticks. "Fishing." Tetradore clarified, too remembering fondly of that trip. The end result had hardly been succeeding in fishing so much as chasing them all away, the two boys hardly patient enough to sit still whilst they tried to pull fish out of the creek. Still, his father had regarded their antics good naturedly, accepting that, perhaps it had been too much to ask after them at such a young age.

He let that conversation of their parents die off and, in turn, his own attention turned upwards from his egg at that hunt Raven intended to put on for them. A soft snort left his nose, the man well aware of what the outcome would be even before Tobias so confidently uttered that he was the best at finding. In this, Tetradore was willing to admit defeat before the game even started. The boy's affinity for hunting was quite near legendary. "That you are." He uttered, reaching up to ruffle the boy's hair. "Pretty sure you'll find them all before me." It was, he was certain, hardly even worth the effort to even try.