Aaron sat up, feeling very out of sorts. He wasn't where he was supposed to be. His senses were confused, enough to make him sick for a brief moment, before he quieted it all. He'd been doing this for a while, and he understood that getting lost or overwhelmed wouldn't get him found. He wouldn't get answers.
The large man quickly took stock of his surroundings and himself. He glanced down at what he was wear then the rest of the small room. There was someone or something missing. His brows furrowed. Sun, no blackout curtains on the windows, so no Zera. That answered that.
He got off the overstuffed chaise, brushing out the light pants and tugging on the tunic. Aaron didn't bother with the boots that were waiting for him. The clothes, the room, and the smell told him where he was. He'd not made many trips Underhill, but any wolf worth his fur and tail would identify his world quickly through his sense memory.
"Mm." He didn't have his phone, and he didn't know why he'd been brought Underhill without prior warning. It'd happened at least once when a few younglings thought it'd be fun to kidnap the cuddliest wolf in existence. Or that was what he'd been told by the century old "children."
"Fuck." He'd have to have a talk with parents or his superiors. He needed a quick way home, a door or key. It would make things a lot easier. Rather than get too upset, he headed out into the world, feet bare. Something was still missing; he gave a slight hmph and started off in a light jog, taking in all the information his senses gave him.
"Mm?" He hadn't expected that scent. Not that it was impossible for that person to be here. He kept hoping he'd get a hint of a certain vampire, but this would do for now. He trotted up to one of the few family members who didn't try to make Aaron feel strange or overly different because he was indeed different.
"So, they finally got you too, coz?" His smile was huge.