Lets be friends.

He snorted softly at the man's guess. Full marks, through his pack scent and the general knowledge of the Warlord around the Hallows likely accounted for more of it.

As he guessed, the young thing was eager to help. Sirius let his maw twitch into a smile as he considered his scheme. “Keep a watch on the door, if you hear Tamsyn coming, let me know. Once we get out of the infirmary, show me the way out of this maze.”
It was a prison break.

He was sick of healers telling him not to walk on his damaged pawpads, of being cooped up in this room. He needed a breath of fresh air and a break, dammit. Before he hit somebody.

"Speech"