To put it simply, Aldo was speechless. It wasn't exactly difficult to make such a person speechless, but this was a whole new level of speechless that was totally new to the man. He hadn't been a werewolf long, yeah, but not for a single nanosecond in his couple-month existence as a Lukoi had he imagined that there would be a hunter. And on top of that, the sound of a howl had really made him tense. [i]In the pack house. [b]Asking him for a hot drink.[/b][/i] He scratched at his beard briefly, and somehow this seemed to help him recover from the initial shock. He certainly didn't want to risk pissing off the Ulfric, who'd apparently given him permission to stay, but...well, come on. He liked getting treats for the pack. And it was clear that he didn't mind pretty strangers from other packs. But someone who went around killing werewolves, that just about crossed the line for Aldo. 

He took a deep breath and scowled a little bit at the smell of the human. [i]Fucking nerve he's got.[/i] "Listen," he said, proud of himself for keeping control of himself. "I hope you're willing to understand my...my hesitance, to do anything for you? If you're going to run around murdering our kind just because of who we are, and then stay a night in this pack's cabin because of the Ulfric's kindness, you could at least say 'please'." The irritation was clear, but he wasn't all that mad. At least, not yet. Not as long as he hadn't killed any of the Odessa Pack, and if he was allowed to stay then he probably hadn't.