“Am I supposed to be scared of that?” he asked and tilted his head. Sure he had received many glares over the years from all different kinds of people but the one coming from the wolf didn’t even make him uneasy. In short, he’d had better. A grin had spread across his face, and he did keep his wand in hand but it wasn’t raised and he didn’t grip it tightly even if the wolf had walked in on him doing something he wasn’t supposed to do. There was a cry from the other side of the room, the mudblood he had been torturing was still alive but hurt and wounded because he had been playing his games with it. “Do you want to join them?” he asked and pointed his wand towards the mudblood and then at the wolf. “Or are you going to walk away and go back to your precious Order?”
It was a rescue mission, plain as that. One which Remus had insisted he take on alone. He’d been doing that as of late, taking dangerous missions as some sort of masochistic punishment. For what, it was a number of things in addition to the fact he felt he did things best alone. No one to worry about. No one to lose, no one else at least. Some of the Order called it brave, the other reckless. Tonks called it stupid but she was young and didn’t yet understand. Of all people he expected her to, Sirius had been her family as well. Remus’ long legs slipped him past the doorway and along the wall of the room. Wand was raised and he was not afraid to kill this man. Certainly taking him alive for questioning was always a goal but the muggleborn’s safety was his first priority. If he was lucky he might just manage both. “Certainly not. My bite is far worse than my snarl,” he joked dryly, eyes flickering across the room to take a brief account of any visible injuries on the captive before they returned to Dolohov’s face. “You’ve forgotten a third option which involves me not leaving here with him and possibly you. Dead. Unconscious and bound. Really it’s up to you how this plays out.”
