The braided wolf beneath the bench gave a wuff of greeting in reply to Kid, and a flick of the ears to acknowledge the arrival of the other two. But then, just in case they took her lack of vocalization as a play for dominance, the Iseult-wolf cocked it's head, ears swiveling, nose twitching, clearly asking the question: What now?
The Railyards were a large place, filled with movement and activity. Even as strange a sight as four wolves (or dogs, most likely, to the average observer) might be, it wouldn't be hard to slip beyond notice as long as they kept moving, and stayed out of the Herd's path.
After all, not every building in the railyards had been torn down. There were at least two free standing behemoths of brick, wood, and steel that were slated for renovation and re-purposing, but which sat still and empty for now, ignored until more intensive projects had been completed. Perhaps there, in those ancient monuments to the railroad, a locus might sit.
Or, perhaps closer to the river, where an ancient train trellis had once sat, they might find a gathering of spiritual energies.
Choose your location, and give me wits+investigation+primal urge to detect a loci, and/or wits+empathy+primal urge to peek across the guantlet.