The herd's evolution

Just then, Dian realized he was hungry too, so he sat down, picked up a Berry, and began wolfing it down.

Judging by the time, Beedrill and Hoppip should have noticed something was wrong and headed back by now.

Speak of the devil. A Beedrill suddenly appeared beside the group of gluttons and watched them with a somewhat helpless look.

"Na, na!"

Hoppip hopped out of Beedrill's arms with a pop, then happily tucked into a pink Berry.

"Have something to eat too. We can get back to work afterward."

Dian immediately took out some specially made Pokéblocks and handed them to Beedrill.

Beedrill nodded and accepted them, then ate quickly while remaining vigilant.

Gulp!

After another mouthful of his blueberry drink, Dian let out a satisfied sigh. That was the taste he wanted.

With food in the pantry, there's nothing to worry about. Thanks to all the generous benefactors who've supported me along the way. Please keep up the good work.

Misdreavus was busily breaking down the antlers on the ground and packing them away. Seemingly intent on repaying Dian for his kindness earlier, she was actually insisting on doing everything herself for once.

As for the little Stantler, once it had eaten and drunk its fill, it obediently lay down on the grass and fell quietly asleep.

It seemed to be sleeping very peacefully, two little bubbles swelling and shrinking with its steady breathing.

Dian shook out the picnic cloth and was about to put it away, but after a moment's thought, he draped it over the little Stantler instead.

The moment he touched the little Stantler, a series of information appeared before his eyes.

Stantler—Normal-type, the Big Horn Pokémon. Its curved antlers create a strange atmosphere around it and produce an incredible space.

Ability: Frisk.