Dawnlark Plains where in the world is carmen sandiego?

the russet shape at the border was wholly unfamiliar to him, as was the big-eared bundle of dark fur beside it. a mother and a child, he realized upon closer inspection. his face was soft as he padded toward them; there had been some urgency in her cry, and he knew from wrangling river and kitten that pups were no easy matter. a runaway? very likely.

"hello, there," adi said, beaming down at the child. his eyes met the mother's, then, open and warm. salt and sea laced her scent; he thought it must be the pack on the coastal cliffs, for she did not carry the odor he associated with the unfriendly presence of grimnismal. grayday and easy had dealt with them, and now both were gone--he felt a pang, especially, thinking of the latter and her brief reappearance. "what can i help you with?"