Twenty minutes. Aldo wished they would just get going, because his stomach did not want anything in it right now. His gaze lowered at the sound of Sasha's voice, leaving him wondering: [i]Make myself eat, or get out there and wait?[/i] He let out a small defeated sigh, grabbed a slice of French toast and crammed it quietly into his mouth. As gruesome and horrible the deaths were, after all, he would still need his energy for the patrol. He chewed slowly, acutely aware that he'd literally bitten off more than he could chew, swallowed the under-digested hunk of toast, and slipped outside. 

He wasn't fond of the idea of taking the young, weirdly-pale human along on patrol either, but there was no way he was going to challenge Sasha's decision. Absently he leaned against the wall on the back deck and waited, twiddling his thumbs restlessly. His mind was cycling from the grizzly sight of dead pack members to the worry that hunters were onto them to hating himself intensely for developing a crush so quickly. Aldo closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. [i]That's better. Just pretend she isn't there.[/i]