Cashew's life had been simple. Eat, sleep, shit, repeat. His den was the only place he'd ever seen, too cautious to step close to the entrance. Mutter didn't like it when they did so, so he chose to stay back. Ever obedient. Quiet, easy, soft.

The only thing he didn't understand was why Mutter pushed him away where his siblings didn't.

The boy was sleeping peacefully, only briefly roused by his Mutter leaving, before he went back under. She would be back, like always. He wasn't sure what she did out there, but she always came back.

Except today, apparently. Cashew woke with a start as someone started yelling, someone who wasn't Mutter. He squeaked in alarm, bleary eyes fixed on the strange leg in their den. Persimmon was the closest, and Pomegranate jumped to defend them. Cashew stayed right where he was, terrified.

Who was this?