There was only the softest whimper of protest when Aldo felt himself elbowed out of the way, but he dared not complain and simply watched them go. With a glance at the water he'd started to heat up and a split-second decision that another cookie was not yet in order, he followed Sam and Marrec out of the door with a slowness that could suggest either carelessness or the very true fact that Sam Carroway scared the living hell out of him. Keeping his human form, he lowered himself a bit as he approached the Ulfric- that was just good manners. 

Silently Aldo joined the crowd of werewolves gathered around the intruder, whose name he hadn't caught. He gazed curiously, looking perhaps slightly less silly without a cookie lodged in his teeth, and wondered what she looked like as a human. But that was no way to think, was it? After all she did look injured, not to mention harmless, so he just put his hands in his pockets and hoped that Markus would continue on his streak of not killing the werewolf who had given him a hilarious quizzical look that was most likely a result of his sweet tooth. He slouched just a little in hopes that he didn't look threatening to any of the werewolves, whether they were of his pack or not.

He watched Acacia guide the newcomer away, and wondered whether to follow. Hell, why not? He had water boiling and cookies. He stretched and went back inside.