Aldo had not been able to stand sitting in the same room as a couple dead wolves as he thought he'd be able to, and he was also sickened by the idea of someone cooking up breakfast close by. It was kind of lucky that he'd managed to make it to the toilet, and there wasn't that much vomit, but it was never a pleasant experience. He [i]really[/i] needed to work on the squeamishness, although he wasn't usually this bad. He supposed that seeing pack members slaughtered so cruelly and dumped lifeless on the floor just drew the line for him. 

He finished puking, rinsed his mouth thoroughly with water and then mouth wash, scowling at the sting of alcohol in his mouth, and took the opportunity to quickly dry himself off from after the hot tub. The toilet flushed louder than he'd hoped it would, and Aldo walked out again with the towel around his waist. He threw a quick glare at the human standing near the kitchen and mentioning [i]Silence of the Lambs[/i] before walking out and finding a spare bedroom, which he raided for clothes. 

Aldo came back out in jeans and a T-shirt and looked around for Vashti. He kind of wanted to apologize for such a horrible first day spent at the pack house, and promise her that it usually wasn't so hectic. He slipped into the kitchen, partially because the pleasant food smell masked that of the carcasses, and found her. It was too crowded for him but he made himself stay. He opened his mouth....and found himself too shy to say anything to her. He shuffled into a corner and looked at the ground.