Eyelids flutter open to blink against the harsh sunlight that shines down into the canyon. This land... it's unfamiliar. A myriad of scents rush to him causing his features to wrinkle. Where was he? Lifting his head, he feels lightheaded and discombobulated. Every inch of his body is exhausted and when he looks back, he can tell he is worse for wear. His usual shining coat is dirty and sticking out in the wrong direction. Even his ribs are poking through slightly. How had he ended up here?
When he looks around, he can see stone and more stone. It rises high above him toward the sky that appears blue with some clouds and that bright, brilliant sun. Nearby he can hear the scurry of rodents and slow movement of water. Suddenly his mouth feels dry and tacky. Pushing himself up into a sitting position, Lono looks around again. He can see the caves dotting the canyon walls and then there he sees it. A small slow-moving river with crystal clear water. If only he could make it over there... His legs trembled underneath him as he tried to stand and ended up back on his rump.
