Pagao yawned and sat up, his hind foot coming up so he could scratch at a particularly annoying spot; it had been bugging him for at least the last half hour. The sun was just sinking into the horizon, night was about to sweep over the south lands!
Pag's favorite time ever was dusk, the meeting place of night and day. He wasn't sure why he didn't feel the same about dawn, the concept was the same... but it was also different. So Dusk was usually when he woke up and began to get active.
