For once, Sirius was actually relieved to see Scabior turn up. He seemed to diffuse the situation quickly with his cockiness, but with Sirius’ suspicions, he couldn’t help but twitch slightly at the hand he placed on the girl. “Don’t damage her, the Ministry won’t like that!” He snapped as Scabior took a hand to her hair, and instead grabbed the girl’s wand hand, yanking her sharply away from him. “Sure some of the officials will be bored enough to play with her before sentencing her.” His stomach twisted at the words he did not mean, and he was pleased when Fenrir seemed to be quick to take his side, for once. “The dog speaks the truth. Now kindly let me take care of business, and I’ll be sure to split the reward with you, Fenrir.” He stared at the werewolf until Scabior was out of the way. He expected a threat, and he knew what it was. Though it scared him at first, Sirius had heard it so many times that it did little to upset him now.
“Accidents might happen, but they still mean Embry won’t be able to find her key, don’t they?” He didn’t smirk this time, it was too risky with the girl there, but he stood as still as possible until the other man had left.
Once he was gone, still with his grip on the other girl, he started walking in the opposite direction. There were other Snatchers who could be around, and they’d fight him to the death to take a prisoner from another group. Scabior had done it before, so he knew it wasn’t a rare thing. The girl turned on the attitude and managed to get away from his grip, but he was not afraid of a girl with a wand, pulling his own out. “Do you really think you intimidate me? I already know you can’t be too bright…wondering the forest alone? With no back-up? Do you not realise the type of people out here?” He looked at her ring again, and swallowed, hard. He didn’t know who the girl was…At the most, he assumed she was a runaway that Embry had helped, even though Sirius had told her to wait and let him distribute the survival packages she wanted to make. He didn’t associate her with the conversation in the journals. “Embry is well aware of what I do, we have no secrets. But you clearly do, don’t you? Little miss future girl. I know full well that that ring is a one-of-a-kind piece, so I’m asking….demanding again that you tell me where you got it from. Who was your grandmother, if you insist she gave it to you? As she was a thief.”