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The nightkin kept up with the rest of the team, but he made sure to keep some distance. As all with his affliction the mere thought of being seen made a gag reflex otherwise atrophied in supermutants come to the fore. The Master did not intend for him to be seen, thus he shouldn't. The fact that this was so difficult for humans to comprehend was one of many indicators that truly their day was bygone. They set up strange moral systems, and yet they so blatantly refused to abide by any of them in a real way. Even now looking between the charges he was supposed to protect he could only see faces of what pre-war religions described as sin. He was comforted to know that even if he didn't tear them limb from limb following the end of his contract, they would die alone, pathetic as all humans would by virtue of their mortality. 

Gail would make sure to nevertheless announce his presence to the company in the form of markings left ahead of their trail warning of all sorts of dangers like radroach infestations or sinkholes by scrawling on things like tree stumps or decrepit billboards. The supermutant wondered if he had ever been here and simply forgotten about it by virtue of the state of his mind. It didn't look familiar, but he also found himself feeling comfortable in traversing an apparently alien landscape. The new wildlife was almost soothing, it certainly had a far less aggressive appearance than the radscorpions and deathclaws that seemed to always be staring at him even when he was far off.

He didn't really need much rest, and thus when the humans went to rest he didn't bother with such. He found his enjoyment to be simply in exploring what was around, his frame demanding little in the way of respite. Besides, the thought of sticking with all of those eyes only harkened back to the threat that they could glare upon him. 

Scouting ahead around the environs of the campsite, he was returning back to his motley crew of colleagues only to find that they were beset by wolves. They were large, very large to say the least and he had no doubt they would be a match for radscorpions and other elements of fearsome fauna within the wastelands he had been in before. Worse yet, these were animals that operated as a pack, a team, and hence removed one of the key advantages that humanoids had over creatures of the wasteland. He thrust himself upon one from behind, the creature not hearing, seeing, or even smelling him after he had made sure to cover himself with local dusts as the Master's army had trained him. Twisting the beast's head with such violence, the party would simply see a disturbance in the air before the head of one of the wolves spun in the air and fell to the ground. He punched through the eye of another to squash the brain, only to turn his head to look upon the humans for a quick status update.

He noticed that they had made a mockery of the rather severe situation, some even outright refusing to engage in the fight themselves. He was a mercenary here to fight, but if they thought a  fight was not warrented then he had no reason to provide one. Removing his fist from the skull of one of the monsters he skulked off into the shadows once more, wiping off the blood upon his hands and arms.