Cashew, while he was easy to get to sleep, woke at the slightest noise. His mother coming and going through the night, waiting until her pawsteps faded into the night before snuggling deeper into the pile of his siblings. He'd gotten used to waking up at all hours, so all it took was Lychee's small squeak to rouse him immediately.

Ears pricked, he turned towards her with an inquisitive look about him. He did not speak himself, as a glance around the den confirmed not only all his siblings were fast asleep, but Apple too. Cashew wouldn't wake her for anything, lest she woke up in a foul mood. He didn't like seeing her upset, so he figured the less she was awake, the happier she was. Although, she did seem lighter as per usual, and smelling of a stranger. He wondered who that might be, and if they were going to meet them.