Dawnlark Plains where in the world is carmen sandiego?

Wildfire's crestfallen expression echoed Bat's inner feelings when the kindly stranger informed them he wasn't harboring any wayward pups, nor had he seen any lately. The Goufa swallowed when he followed up with a couple of questions of his own. A burden of guilt settled solidly on Bat's already slumped shoulders.

"She and Bat were exploring near our borders and she wandered away," Wildfire said, trying to keep her voice steady. She paused to take a breath. "We're not sure which direction she went," she admitted. She looked at Bat, who could only return her gaze for half a second before looking down at her paws. Her big ears splayed, though they twitched faintly when Wildfire offered a reassuring nudge.

It was time to resume the search, though apparently Bat's mother hadn't forgotten her manners despite the crisis situation. "I used to be an ambassador and a ranger, though I don't leave home much these days. What is the name of this pack? And what's your name...?"