It wasn't often that Tetradore dwelled on the life he had lost, on the past he had once held so dearly in his grasp and in his childhood naivety had failed to appreciate all he'd been given. His childhood life was nothing more than a distantly fading dream to the now hardened and stoic man. Whatever youthful vigor had once lived so vehemently within his soul had now flickered out to cold coals and spreaded ashes. The fire he had once been named for had cooled under the callous care of the vampire woman he had spent so much of his life confined to. Despite this, as time passed, Tetradore spent less time contemplating the woman that had so changed him. He might have still held many of the traits she had forced upon him but the ebony panther was, never the less, entirely present within the role he had built for himself. His emerald eyes twinkled with but a vague sense of amusement at his siblings almost childish antics. It had been a while since he had seen Nadya truly loosen up from her often catty demeanor - but it was a change he surely appreciated. His head bobbed ever so slightly as she flailed beside him, "There have been more creatures in the woods of late - but we shall find him if we can." Tetradore responded with a sense of certainty. He was game enough for a hunt. It had been too long since the panther had been able to stretch his legs and stalk his prey.

His emerald eyes flickered towards the peculiar colored canine, watching the woman as she made her way slowly towards the group, settling at his other side. His gaze drifted from woman to the the small feline that made his way towards the trio. He felt the invasion of Raven's mind, pressing memories of their encounter with Frost into the forefront of his brain and yet, Tetradore met them with little more the annoyance, his emerald eyes shifting to glare at the woman beside him with discontent. He watched her turn away from him, her gaze seeming to search anywhere but his - it was enough acknowledgement that Tetradore was content to leave the matter alone, ignoring the memories she'd forced upon the group all together. After all - she was hardly the only one affected by Frost's invasion into their territory. The equine had caused perhaps more damage with his large hooves then Tetradore had let on, the wound worsened only by a Dark Hunter's iron tipped bolt only days later. Although the damage done by the arrow had healed and covered over, his side was still decorated with dark bruises of sickening hues - bruises he had hid rather well beneath his human clothing and even better under the ebony fur that coated his hide. A soft grunt reverberated within the panther's throat under the weight of Tobias shoving himself between him and Raven, his figure reshifting to find some measure of comfort again between the haphazard pile that wound it's way around him.

"No, Frost won't come back here." He responded simply, his emerald eyes shifting towards his sibling. Tetradore had smelled the scent of the equine upon his sister's hide before. He had recognized the ivory haired man by scent alone and though the man had made no effort to intervene within her personal affairs before, that is...until now. "I don't want you frequenting with him any more, Nadya. We must stand united on this - you included." There was a certain sort of firmness about him now. Whatever comfort he had found within the presence of the group had all but dissipated, vanished into smoke to be replaced by a certain coldness - a distance that he felt the need to place between himself and the group at large not only emotionally, but physically as well. The man rose, sliding his way out from underneath his sibling with some struggle before finding himself entirely free of the pile. His tail flicked as his gaze turned away from the group at large, a pause given before he spoke again with the same firm baritone command, "You will be coming with us Raven. I won't allow you to simply hide away in your room forever like a child. I will not let your fear be our weak point."