The question posed to him has him feeling self-conscious once more. Unwell was not quite the word. No, more like he had been stupid and not paying attention. Instead of deferring, Lono instead lets out a light chuckle. "No, just exhausted. I am not so good at hunting so I tend to forget to eat from time to time," he admits earnestly though maybe it was too much sharing. No matter, he had said it and now it was known. His lack of gluttony is perhaps the reason he is so slim, but he doesn't mind it. Fitting into small spaces was easier when one wasn't so bulky.
Lono's gaze is brought once more to the other male when he notices eyes lingering on him. Oh, right, introductions! "Cyprian, a fine name," he says with a smile, "I'm Lono Keona, but Lono is fine too," his lips pull up into a wider smile now that he is feeling better after a large drink of water. Shifting his weight so he is laying more on his hip and facing Cyprian better, he lets his head tilt to the side. "So, what brings a fine man like yourself to such a place?" Lono asks, his words easy and thick as he lets a paw wave around to motion at the canyon they lay in.
