Gyrfalcon's Keep one evening as the sun went down and the jungle fires were burning

The notes of the Banrion carried through the clearing and Hemlock fretted that they would be heard and found. She was loathe to throw herself into a fight again, given that she was not skilled in the slightest more than the common tooth and nail of survival. She was not made for such a thing, if the healer was honest with herself. She doubled back, passing Declan and Rollo, wolves she did not know, only to hear the dying song of the Banrion more clearly. 

With a tilt of her head she stopped a few yards away. "Where did your song come from?" She asked, curiously, her green gaze focused only on her leader. She was curious about who she was - who she had been. She knew the name from before she had left but now she had come home to a heavily pregnant leader and Arturo's heart literally outside his body. Her protective nature over him extended to this female, just by her honor-bound promise to the masked male.