Barrow Fields barren hearted wanderers

When she sat down, he felt half-tempted to do the same, although with his lanky posture held as it was he still did not amount to much height at all. It did make him feel a little better knowing that with her rump planted, she would be staying there for the time being, and not coming any closer to him. He liked being able to visually measure the distance between them like this and although he didn't plant his rump yet, he wiggled his tail gently between his hocks.

But his ears slicked back. "What? No," he asked and answered at once, squinting at her quizzically as he did. The mountain name, butchered or not, did not ring at all familiar to him. He was a sheltered little Ostrega, who obviously didn't get out much, so he didn't know anything about this. "Why would I be from there?" He wasn't silver and neither was he a shit (so he guessed? no one had ever told him if he was before!) so Silas struggled to connect these dots and how it was supposed to related to him.