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For five days, Mavka was forced to endure eating in the presence of Newton Scamander. He never moved from his spot, simply standing on the other side of the barrier feet away as she ate.
She tried to eat aggressively, at first, chomping viciously and staring him dead in the eyes as though he were her prey. She would never actually eat him, of course, eating humans would be a new level of low that Mavka was not ready to hit.
Not now—not ever.
However, Newt was strong and he asserted his own respectful dominance by meeting her stare casually and remaining unbothered. When Mavka realized that her antics were not working, she begrudgingly accepted it and ate normally.
He fed her in the mornings—standing patiently until she finished before caring for the rest of his creatures. Throughout the day, he would occasionally visit her to check up on her, speaking to her as he did so.
But it truly was not until the nights that he would come back, feeding her again before sitting and sketching her, all the while talking to her as though he knew she was a person.
Newt, of course, did not know this, only speaking to her as he did the rest of his creatures.
But with the wolf, it was different. There was something about this wolf that made him truly feel as though she was listening.
Newt was doing as he did with all his creatures, slowly getting her to trust him. As she now trusted him enough to eat with him nearby, he considered that an amazing progression of mutual trust and bonding.
However, it was time to move on to the next stage. Getting the wolf to trust him enough to not care about him entering her habitat while she was inside. Along with this, he was ready to begin the steps of trying to hand-feed her.
That morning, when Newt woke up at the crack of dawn as he typically did to care for the creatures, he quickly checked that his briefcase was still safely hidden away in his locked room at the Inn.
After that, he spent time in all the other habitats feeding, nurturing, and caring for the rest of the creatures. He also made sure to check on the Occamy eggs—pulling out a stethoscope and listening to the inside activity of the egg.
He smiled as he heard noises of pure liquidation. The eggs still had months to go before hatching, but at least they were starting out right.
His incubation spell to keep them warm was working.
Unfortunately, Newt found the Occamy who laid the eggs dead in her nest about two weeks prior. After giving her a proper burial, he took the eggs intending to nurture them to life.
After putting away the magical stethoscope, Newt made his last rounds.
"Good morning, Dougal!" He cheered to his Demiguise, the peaceful creature waving its monkey-like hand as he ate the greens Newt had given him.
