Mikhail was human still, after all his years as a wolf he has found a control in has calm that few others managed. Yes, the moon still called and yes... as time went on he would be forced to change if he did not do so willingly on his own. He did this every time they shifted, making sure the rest of the bunch were safely turned before he shifted as well.

He heard their howls, one in particular standing out and followed by a stranger just after.... Ivan was back with his daughter. Then, after all the others had died away another howl went up... He sighed softly. He knew the voice. Still a human, sweat glistening on his forehead from the need to change, he headed towards that last howl and grimaced when he caught sight of Walker.

"You know the change would hurt less if you did not fight it my friend... Why do you insist on hurting yourself like this?"

His words were traced with a letting accent... definitely Russian in origin. He grimaced as a spike of pain raced down his spine. Still, he was hesitant to change. He knew well that Walker would refuse to hear him telepathically and Mikhail has always respected his wishes.

"If you do not wish to hunt with the rest of us tonight I will respect that... but pushing the others away will not aide your cause. They consider you part of this family now..."

Another, more insistant pain seared through him and he leaned his shoulder against a tree.

"I will take my leave... think on what I said? We need to stick together now more than ever...."

With that he left walker and made it deeper into the shadows before struggling from his cloths to avoid ruining them and dropping on all fours as the change hit fast. Once shifted he howled and then headed for the others. He stepped out of the bushes to find Rhyle, Haven, Leo, Svan, Luca, and Garret.

[I] Glad to see most of you are here.... ready to hunt?[/I]