Markus' entrance very nearly gave Aldo a heart attack, and it was by pure luck that he managed to place the tray onto the kitchen counter before he could drop it out of fright. His tone of voice and the energy that rolled off of him told Aldo that the Ulfric wasn't in the best of moods, and was apparently far enough from the best of moods that a human would probably be able to tell. The relatively-new werewolf cringed in the man's presence and went utterly white as Markus demanded a drink. Frantically, hoping to placate the leader, Aldo grabbed a couple cookies and offered them to the Ulfric, unable to hide his fear that he would get his hands chomped off. 

Next he listened attentively to Vashti and thumbed through his memory, but was unable to recall ever learning about a Saril Pack. He also found himself wondering what exactly the circumstances were that had forced her to leave, but unless the Ulfric decided to ask, as far as Aldo was concerned it was absolutely none of his business. And the frown that had already been on his face deepened just [i]slightly[/i] when Vashti promised to be out of there by dawn. [i]Get yourself together, Aldo. It's not like you could even give her a mug of hot chocolate, anyway.[/i] 

Very quietly he turned to go through the fridge after deciding that everyone here could probably use some venison. He took a deep breath and lifted some raw slices of the meat out onto the counter.