Something wasn't right but yet there it was in front of him. Two rings and Wilberforce's insults hit hard, he was ready to pounce at the man until a voice sounded.
"Oi, she got it from me no doubt." Fenrir turned to see Scabior slide down the hill he stood on, goons behind on, one potato sacking a body that was a seemingly lifeless girl. "My my, what do we have here? I bet she's right for a night with me."
"That's more punishment than the Ministry." Fenrir said, eying Wilberforce who still had a smug look on his face.
"That's what he's going to do to her eh?" Scabior pushed forward. "Scary thought, innit? The Ministry and all. I bet you would love to spend more time with me."
"She's of Lycan blood."
Scabior turned to Fenrir with a arched brow. "Really?" He turned back to the girl and all but rubbed his hands together menacingly. "Good, I like it doggy style every so often." His hand came out, gripping her hair and yanking her head back. "I'd love to put a leash around you."
"Enough!" Fenrir growled. "Let Grim do his job, she's of no use to us. The Ministry will kill her soon enough."
Scabior stared the girl over before shrugging. "Suit yourself." Scabior looked over Grim and nodded. "My best to your whore." He turned, snapping his fingers and his goons moved away as he climbed back up the hill to join them. Fenrir moved to Wil and hovered over him, his eyes lurking dangerous into the male. "Do your job, you follow me again and there will be two bodies left to discover... Funny things that happen... accidents." Fenrir moved back and continued to glare before apparating out of the area to continue his search elsewhere.