As much as she respects and likes the new member of the Companions, Aela finds the Dragonborn a disruptive influence. Since she first passed by at the farm as the warriors slayed a giant and being quite dismissive of the warrior clan, the Dragonborn has been a large part of Aela's life and those of her warrior brothers and sisters.
Aela and the Dragonborn had been working together to ensure the security of the Companions and their secret. Many Silver Hand, the self-proclaimed Werewolf slayers, have died by their hand to this end while they recovered precious pieces of the ancient battleaxe Wuuthrad. Now, the Dragonborn has conducted work for the Harbinger himself and this worries Aela. She knows of the old man's restless soul, his eyes turning towards his end and Sovngarde. Aela would never say it to the unofficial leader of her clan, but such thoughts are not the thoughts of a Companion. There is the hunt, the heat of the battle and nothing else except to drink and sing songs in honour of those moments. Without her beast blood, Aela knows she would just be another sell-sword, another hunter, adventurer at best but she would be returned to the drudgery of mortal existence. Aela's hot wolf blood defines her, but change is coming.
"Something has shifted in the moons, sister." she simply says as the Dragonborn passes by in the main hall of Jorrvaskr, having spoken again with the Harbinger.
She wanted to say more. To tell her to stop what she is doing and to leave them be. The doubts that Aela has seen in not only the Harbinger but also Farkas and Vilkas, scare her and their doubts are only fuelled by the presence of this honourable warrior. As the Dragonborn exits the main hall, Aela assumes to conduct some unknown task for their mentor, she sighs and heads down to her quarters. Little is gained for the wolf blooded from sleep but the human within them needs that routine so she lays down for another night of tossing and turning, made worse by her worry. Worry that these events will tear down her world, disband Jorvaskr and hundreds of years of tradition and history.
When Aela was very young, still with her parents, she was hard faced even then. Her father would joke that he gained the son he never knew he wanted as the boyish Aela would disappear off to hunt alone, the bow she used nearly taller than she. Once, she was gone far longer than her normal ventures and her parents became worried. Her father and mother traipsed the woods searching for their daughter until they found her stuck fast underneath a slain bear, evidently having had to have finish the beast with her knife. Even though her wounds were great, the scars of which she still carries to this day, she did not wince or blub as her father carried her home, nor when her mother tended to the wounds.
But as Aela lays in her bed worrying about her fate, a tear falls from her face and her mouth downturns, even though she fights it. Aela would not show weakness even to herself but the thought that the loss of the beast blood could happen is too much to bare. As she loses her fight, Aela shudders a little in her bed, mourning the loss that has yet to happen.