-Immer Angst-

-Chapter☾ThirtySeven-

✧WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A LESTRANGE✧

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When walking through to the foyer she saw the chaos that went along with the elves attempting to sort out all the parcels. But Rory ceased their actions as everyone could get their own things.

"Is Lori off to take a nap?"
"Yep, honestly I think I'm headed there too, I didn't realize it'd be that much walking." Cara yawned out, and she laughed at the bunch around her.

However Imara was downright smitten with her little angel that she wanted the niffler habitat all prepared come night time. Even though Imara was planning to have Sterling sleep with her in bed.

Sterling seemed to only be attracted to cuddles it'd seem, otherwise she'd settle with scurrying this way and that in her new mum's bedroom. Peeking up from under the bed sometimes, but the darting the other way.

A game of tag never hurt anyone—Until it knocked over a nightstand.

"Imara, really? Already?" Romulus teased, and Imara shot a look off to the door. Already a gate was locked in place as there was no telling where Sterling would want to go in this maze of a house.

"She's exploring...How's your lil kitten?"
"The clerk said he's a lil older than a kitten, but he's rightly behaved and calm. Do you think they'll want to meet in a few, if Sterling calms down?" It wasn't that Nifflers weren't intelligent, they truly were. But the question of them being good pets for children found it's way into the air, domestic yes—Otherwise no.

However Imara caught Sterling looking up into the air at the calling of her name and she leaned back on her hind legs while her front Webbers sat at the start of her little stomach sack.

"Suppose now is as good as ever." Romulus grinned as he opened the gate and lifted Odin off his chest just a tat, the lil lad was tired it seem.

"Alright lil Alfather, go say hello..." Imara knew about her brother's fascination with Norse Mythology, it was something they shared though not as heavy.

But she did have to admit, the name suited the little fellow as he wobbled side to side when Romulus placed him down, though he was cautious and kept two hands at either side just in case he did indeed topple over.

But Odin knew his limits.

Sterling on the other hand, had been excited on account two reasons. The visitors and the open gate. But living with so many wild siblings, Romulus spotted that look a mile away and went to close the door.

Only stimulating Odin's senses and having him meow in confusion. "Right here Odin, but I think Sterling wants to meet you." He whispers, and Imara had bent down to the same level as her brother, urging Sterling to go and meet a friend.

It was only going to get difficult once the rest of the animals catch wind of the newcomers, hell—Romulus was sure Omen knew and was camping out in his room to confront them.

Odin had been the first to move, his nose close to the ground as he was using his whiskers to navigate what is around him. And the strong smell of the little beast cause him to let out a gentle paw, but retract it after feeling nothing.

Meow.

It earned Odin a few sniffs from the beaked gal, and a glittering ticks as Sterling took the steps forward. Almost as if she knew that Odin was slightly disabled.