Broken Antler Fen Hey Mista Scott, whatcha gonna do?

oh hi.

Diantha was convinced she was ready to be on her own. Nobody else was convinced, though. It was a real bummer, and she could not wait to be free of this stupid, fake, wretched place just as soon as she was good enough at hunting to do so. That was the practical reason she had been out and about today. Then again, whenever anybody offered to give her lessons, she turned them down. Diantha didn't need anybody. Now that Jasmine had left, she patiently waited for Roswell to abandon her, too.

"Let him," she thought bitterly. She didn't care about him anymore. He was just going to leave her like all the rest. It wasn't as though he made an attempt to get closer to her, and that pushed her away even further from her brother.

She was heading back to the den after (yet another) unsuccessful hunt when she spotted an unfamiliar face lurking outside. Hackles raised, she puffed herself up to look as big as she possibly could, then began growling, snapping, and making a big old fuss at the wolf she didn't recognize.

GET AWAY FROM MY HOME! she screamed at the top of her lungs.