Mikhail, he was one of the few to hear Walker's telepathic speech. As far as Walker was concerned, he was one of those who trusted him, had faith. Saw past the weakness and the blood flowing in rivers and saw Walker's true talent...at least, he liked to think Mikhail saw it. Best damn tracker in the muttpack, doesn't matter who else takes that role for themselves because they are "BIG UNT STRONK" enough to actually kill what they find. Walker sees it first. Human and wolf, Walker always sees it first and puts the clues together.
Mikhail has the patience to listen to Walker, and he has the sense to take Walker's observations into consideration. As a reward of sorts, Mikhail is able to hear Walker's warnings first and can choose to warn the others if he felt like it because, to be frank, Walker didn't. He always got so...angry, so angry, as a wolf. A dim voice in Walker's head told him he'd be better come the morning, but he felt like someone was stomping on his foot constantly and laughing in his face.
Walker peered at Mikhail steadily as he asked again why Walker fought the change. And Walker's voice came out into Mikhail's mind, clear and calm and sorrowful, a smooth mixture of English tones that always carried a weariness and grief in their syllables. "Again, Mikhail...I fight it because it ruined me. We claw over our body and leave marks of our disgust with each other on our flesh. I've told you once, I'll tell you again...I'm sitting on the back of a monster, and tonight I lost grip of the reins."
Mikhail offered to hunt. Again, he probably saw the rabbit meat on his paws and knew the answer, but he tried anyways. He said something that intrigued Walker a little. The others see him as family? Walker hardly ever sticks close to the muttpack unless they approach him, but..they still love him like a brother? Walker wondered if it was true.
Mikhail left Walker to ponder over it. He crashed into the bushes and howled, going wolf just as Haven's voice started to approach Walker's head - and was cut out just as quickly. A wall of silence, a clear signal that Walker would not talk, and a gut instinct in Haven that says Walker didn't hear her. Walker shuddered in pain. He felt the hot blood on his shoulders, still oozing, still running. Walker pondered for a bit.
A few minutes later, Walker's dark coat melted into view a few metres away from the muttpack, his sad amber eyes calmly observerving the introduction of Niall to the muttpack, and Mikhail rallying the pack for a hunt. This was rare, really rare, for Walker to approach his muttpack as a wolf.
For some, especially the younger ones, this may be a pleasant surprise as it's common knowledge that Walker is constantly worried his 'lone wolf' attitude is alienating him from the muttpack. He doesn't talk about it, but it's clear by the way he tries to fight out of his shell every so often to prove he still likes the muttpack - moments like this one, for example.
Walker shifted his weight awkwardly and dipped his head. He trembled a little, his tail brushing between his legs (Walker wasn't good at hiding his emotions as a wolf) before the thick wall of silence lifted.
For the first time, Walker let everyone save for Niall into his head to talk to him telepathically. He waited nervously for insults and threats whilst hoping for words of encouragement and happy greetings.