Emberwood we don't need a rat

Marston learned rules as he went.

Whatever disclaimer he had been given was in one ear, out the other. Just as quick as The Big Man had told him it.

Although he had noted the posture was different this time. The Big Man did not seem to be hunting, he seemed to be up to something else.

Regardless, Marston would be quick to adjust his own gait and trail the man. A keen eye looking out and a nose sniffing for a matching scent.