Thag not like mornings!

When he awoke, his mate Onga was less than a hand away from his face, smiling her most dazzling smile.

Somewhere, out in the forest, birds were chirping; bright light streamed through the canopy, illuminating the mossy forest floor with dappled patterns. Steam rose from the stream nearby.

"It's morning!" Onga sang.

"Unh." Thag said.

"Time to get ups sleepy-head!" Onga chirped.

"Mwarghh," Thag mumbled, and buried his face in his sleeping furs.

"Let's get this day going," Onga burbled, her voice drippi