"Already prepared?" Newt Scamander's voice brimmed with delight. Once again displaying agility utterly at odds with his age, he swiftly took the notebook Wizet handed him.
His eyes lit up at once, like a Niffler spotting diamonds. He eagerly opened the notebook, his expression immediately becoming intensely focused.
"Favorite foods... red deer liver, lamb tenderloin..." He clicked his tongue in satisfaction. "Quite refined tastes!"
His gaze drifted to the Fenrir Werewolf again, sizing it up from head to toe. "Though it looks strong, its digestion is as weak as its courage. It doesn't like food that's too coarse."
"It also likes beef neck... Hmm... that's a chewy cut. It can be used to exercise its bite and preserve its wild nature. That's important! It can't be too pampered!"
"The diet is really comprehensive. It likes red deer, sheep, and cattle... but not poultry. I'll have to note that down. And it likes things fresh—a picky little fellow, isn't it?"
"It likes rainbow trout too?" He looked up at Wizet, his eyes shining with admiration.
"It seems you have a real talent for becoming a magizoologist! Generally speaking, when we see a land-dwelling magical creature like this, we rarely think to feed it fish."
"But you took that into account, and it accepted it... which suggests it might be capable of diving. Its sense of smell must be quite good; perhaps it can track prey underwater by scent."
"We'll have to find a chance to take it to the lake!" His gaze returned to the notebook. "Maybe it really can swim and dive!"
His fingers idly traced across the pages, as though he were planning the route for an outing.
"Bilberries, blackberries, rowan berries..." He continued reading, his tone unconsciously softening. "It even likes all sorts of berries?"
"These berries can