Cashew continued to simply sit there, brows furrowed. He really wanted to go out and play, - he had a lot of pent up energy - but he didn't want to get told off. He smiled weakly at his sister, trying to say sorry without waking anyone up, but Persi took care of that. With a trip, and a loud giggle, their mother roused enough to tell them not to leave the beach.

The young boy was too shocked at first to process what she'd said, worried she would be upset. But, as his siblings raced outside, Persimmon nipping at him on his way past, he blinked, and her instructions hit him. Permission! That was all he needed.

Hurriedly getting to his paws, though not without a few stumbles and trips, Cashew burst outside as quietly as he could manage. Immediately, he went for his siblings, play bowing, butt wiggling. Chase? He asked gleefully. He'd be the chaser!! He hadn't explored enough to be the chasee - he wouldn't know where to go!