Hideaway Strath Neverland is home to lost boys like me

A lost child. He repeated it, as if for emphasis, and Hemlock's ears twitched a bit - even though he remained low to the ground he was old enough to cause serious damage if it was a rouse. "You are lost?" She more confirmed it, having heard it a couple times. "I am Hemlock - and these lands, these belong to Teaghlaigh." She would not offer any more information about her packlands than that, keeping its secrets as she kept her own. "Come," She instructed, nodding towards the lands he'd come from - she at least knew that his packlands were across the sweep and that gave her a decent starting point. 

She let out a short call to tell the rest of the pack she'd be back shortly; she didn't intend to be gone more than a couple hours to escort the pup home. "We will get you home, Tapat." She said quietly, not wanting to alarm the boy at all. He seemed more fragile, perhaps his nerves had gotten the best of him. It must have been overwhelming to find yourself somewhere other than where you thought you would be.