Barrow Fields synecdoche

The girl begins to pick herself up and Arlo watches. She’s small, considerably shorter than him, but he doesn’t linger on it long. Her eyes are pretty though, and the dots above them are kind of cute. The rest of her markings become apparently but he is distracted when she offers the question. “Uh, yeah. A bit north of here, on the coast,” he explains with a wrinkle of his nose. He points his muzzle in the direction he’d been walking, the redwoods well in the distance act as a barrier to protect them from the outside.
 
“What of you?” he asks with a tilt of his head. She’s the first outsider to meet aside from Drageda since his arrival and the lack of knowledge of his surroundings hasn’t set well with him.