Emberwood be with a boss

Dagur had never known pain like this.

Marston learned it quick. Between the sharp pain that bloomed in the lower half of his face and the foul smell that masked the richness of hare, there could be no better lesson to the boy.

He yelped, prepared to give it all over if it meant The Big Man let go of his face again.

And it was not fear he came away with. Only understanding that The Big Man had won this meal. It showed in the way he crouch-scuttled his way a few feet out whenever he might be freed.