Barrow Fields synecdoche

He frowns when she announces she is lost. His ears droop back and he wags his tail a few tails. He’d gotten a little lost on his way down, especially when the Drageda wolves weren’t where they said they were, but eventually he and his brother found his way. She seems a little more lost than his situation ever called for but he can at least sympathize with her situation. The look on her face doesn’t leave room for any other definition but she’s quick to brush it off, push out her chest, and claim it is fine.
 
“Uh,” he stammers, ears splaying tense over his skull. His brows knit together and he stares blankly at her, failing to find the words to respond. “I’m just Arlo?” he says rather dumbly, feeling them roll off his tongue and knowing they aren’t the right words for the situation. There simply isn’t any other response he can conjure. He hadn’t even been trying to help but now she likely needs it but he can’t just ignore the problem.