Cedar Sweep Keep moving, she said.

Things were....a bit odd, in the Strath. Hemlock wasn't unhappy, exactly, she had a purpose and a strength with her tending to the Fearghals - both adults and children. She also had Amphitrite to keep her company, and then young Sirius to help grow. He was, in every way, a weed at this point. Growing taller, growing stronger, growing smarter. It was time, she felt, to begin his education and so Hemlock was roaming the Sweep, collecting a few herbs here and there to begin teaching Sirius about the sort of magics that she knew. 

She'd eaten with the boy before she had left, making it easy to avoid any of the animals she caught scent of - she instead could focus purely on the plants and what they smelled like, finding only the most useful for her young ward's education.