Emberwood be with a boss

Marston did not need to understand words to understand that The Big Man liked what he was doing.

He whipped his head to and fro until he could no more. Until whatever part of the deer he had managed to grapple into his mouth was shredded. His face turned crimson from his own injury and his success of violent mockery of the dying deer.

He heaved, trembled, energized and exhausted somehow all at once.

But he remembered his place beneath The Big Man and stumbled back some, slumping onto his rear with a contented sound in the back of his throat. Ready to wait his turn to eat until he bloated.