"Is it ready?" Surprise shone through Newt Scamander's voice. Once again, he showed an agility that did not match his age, swiftly taking the notebook Vizet handed him.
His eyes lit up at once, like a Niffler spotting diamonds, and he impatiently opened the notebook, his expression instantly becoming utterly focused.
"Favorite types of food... Elk liver, Lamb tenderloin..." He gave a satisfied click of his tongue. "Quite good taste!"
His gaze drifted to the Fenrir Werewolf again, sizing it up from head to toe. "Although it looks strong, its digestion is as weak as its courage. It doesn't like eating anything too coarse."
"It also likes beef neck... hmm... a chewy cut. It can be used to train bite strength and preserve wildness. That's very important! It mustn't get too delicate!"
"The diet is truly comprehensive. It likes elk, lamb, beef... but doesn't like poultry. That needs to be noted down. And it likes things fresh. What a picky little fellow!"
"It likes Rainbow trout too?" He raised his head to look at Vizet, appreciation flashing in his eyes.
"It seems you really have the talent of a magizoologist! Generally speaking, when we see a terrestrial magical creature like this, we rarely think to feed it fish."
"But you considered that, and it accepted it... which means it may have diving ability. Its sense of smell should be excellent. Perhaps underwater, it can track prey through scent."
"I'll have to find a chance to take it to the lakeside!" His gaze returned to the notebook. "Maybe it really can swim and dive!"
His fingers unconsciously traced over the pages, as if he were planning a route for an outing.
"Cranberries, blackberry, Rowan berry..." He continued reading, his tone softening without him realizing it. "It actually likes all kinds of