Broken Antler Fen loverlane

While Jasmine and Roswell found ways to bond with their new full time caretakers, Diantha actively resisted and avoided them whenever she could. They weren't her real parents, and they never would be. They had their own kids, and Diantha knew she would never really be one of them. How could she? Her mother was dead, her father was who-knows-where, and he was probably awesome. One day, he'd whisk her away from this hellish life and take her on fantastical adventures. Dia was sure of it.

Still, she had to eat.

The smell drew Diantha in, and she pushed past Hymnal. Move, she ordered, jaws clamping around a chunk of meat. With her paws, she held down the rest of the food, tearing free from the limb her portion of the meal.

With no intention to wait around, she growled lowly at Hymnal and found a spot to lay down and eat her meal. If others didn't show up, she'd gladly eat their portions, too. She may be small, but Diantha was willing to eat as much as she could stomach. If she did so, it would mean a longer time between now and the next time she had to socialize with Maia and Eljay's real kids.