It let out another screech, the sound of Nick's voice more than enough to let Scout know where the detective was. Instead of answering he barreled towards the synth, all claws and teeth and unending hunger.

Scout's aim was to tackle him to the ground and then rend him to easily edible pieces, but barring that it would be satisfied with a few claw swipes.

So no, no one was left under that wendigo exterior.