Water is so close, yet so far. He can see it with those amethyst eyes of his. He can feel just how dry his mouth is and how much his throat aches for a sip. Just one would satiate the pain that radiates in him. Letting out a sigh, he settles with letting his energy come back to him before he tries again. As his eyes flutter close, he can hear the sound of paws against the dusty floor.
His chin tilts to see the man standing on the other side of the river. Bristling and quite massive. Lono's breath catches momentarily as fear shifts through him. Had the gods come for him already? Continuing to hold his gaze upon the man, he watches silently as the behemoth crosses the river with ease. Man, if he had tried that, he probably would've been swept away with the current. The sound of the water splashing rustled another strike of pain in his throat. If only he could...
The man is standing in front of him now, lowering his face close to his. Lono looks up at him with those brilliant purple eyes and blinks slowly. So he wasn't going to be eaten today? A thoughtful noise leaves him, it is a rather raspy and strangled noise, but he smiles politely, almost delicately, anyway at the surprisingly tender words of the stranger. He had learned from a young age to never trust a wolf by their appearance.
"I believe that could be arranged," Lono replies, the rasp in his voice evident as he speaks around his dry tongue. Pushing up with his front paws once more, he struggles to bring himself at least into a sitting position to hopefully make it easier on the man.