Ankyra Sound you're a canary and im a crow

Somewhere a child was crying.  She recognized instantly that it wasn't hers; they were safely contained for a few more weeks, likely eagerly awaiting release into the wider world. This one was not far from where the other woman had her own home, and it could only be hers.  No one else here had children.

You are lost? She asked as she approached the sobbing pup, stopping a couple yards away to watch him.  She'd deliver him back, but she was curious.  Would he be able to help himself as well?