Fenrir was pissed. He'd just gotten word from one of the guards left at the camp that the bloke was talking to Shiv in his cave. They hadn't reacted, because Fenrir had told them to get him before they did anything. He had expected the bloke to try and escape, he was even willing to let him, so that the world could see what happened to you when Fenrir didn't even give a damn about you. While he had considered that he might try to go after the girl, he'd hoped he'd just leave and it would be done. Still, he wasn't going to act like he wasn't really all that surprised by this. He was going to make a point, then get rid of the bloke and the problems that came with him.
He was apparated back to the camp and stalked towards his cave, where his man outside motioned that they were still inside. Fenrir stormed in, grabbed the bloke by the neck and forced him to his knees. He then stomped as hard as he could on the blokes lower leg and heard the snap. "You're done," he said in a growl, but keeping his calm. He looked at Shiv, but didn't glare at her. He wasn't angry at her, in fact the bruise on her face made him feel a little guilty, a feeling he was not familiar with and didn't like at all. "Stay put," he said.
He dragged the bloke out of the cave and tossed him on the ground, then turned to Torolf. "Get him out of our camp, drop him somewhere in the woods, away from here, I don't care where, then leave him and get back to work."