Fenris' lips twisted into a sneer at the mention of the collar. It brought back the memories of his own, the heavy weight on his neck, the feeling of missing something when the Fog Warriors broke him free of it. It still left anger in the pit of his stomach. That people were collared like animals.

"Yes. Keep still."

The lyrium flickers to life again as he presses his fingers to the lock. There's a fuzz of magic interference, but Fenris pays it no mind, fingers working into the mechanism and snapping them. The collar drops to the ground, and Fenris pulls his hand away, lyrium fading as he regains some space again.