Swiftcurrent Creek hemlock

A shadow form swept from the trees, bristling and soot-stained, except when that angry face glared his way and Darius could see the pale ring of one eye. He stopped short and pulled back a step as if someone had hold of reins and had forced him to heel.

What? He blurted; but the stranger had an explanation and within seconds Darius saw his fault plainly. Oh, he looked around as if the urine was visible. By now he could indeed take stock of it. 

I was distracted. I apologize.

His tail wavered low, and he looked for a route of egress that would least offend the fellow. He didn't go far, though, and paused to carefully look over one grizzled shoulder

You wouldn't by chance... need another set o'teeth in these parts?