Twisted Slough in the big rock candy mountains, all the cops have wooden legs

Hemlock had parted from the main group for a bit, needing time and a moment away. Her strength waned, she'd brought her kills to Lotte for the children and she hadn't much eaten on her own. She didn't have the stomach for it. The cries of the Banrion brought her attention and Hemlock cut through the dense fog as swiftly as she could. She found the small cubs nestled beneath the Banrion and her eyes narrowed on the hunched figure, wondering what was happening. A gentle murmur and Hemlock reached out to press her snout behind the downy fur of the woman's ears. "We are here," She murmured quietly, voice pitched low enough that she might be able to speak without rousing anyone else's awareness. 

The storm raged near them and Hemlock stood, red fur head lifted to watch the storms nearby. Her eyes narrowed, looking back down towards the cubs. "We should try and find shelter, keep them from the cold." Then she could actually look them over and see what was going on; it would be good to get Lotte out of the elements as well.