Dyttle was an injured niffler when he met Newt Scamander.
New York City was loud. But in one alleyway, far from prying eyes, it was rather quiet. Among the garbage pails, boxes, and other garbage, there was a small niffler hiding in a box, using newspapers as coverage. Smears of red stained the newspaper and cardboard as the small creature tried to get comfortable for the night.
The niffler had just gotten comfortable...well, as comfortable as one could get in a cardboard box in the middle of winter while injured...when the sound of people bickering grew closer.
The small creature froze in fear, worried that if it made a peip it would get found. The voices were now right next to his hiding spot when they stopped. The softer sounding of the voices said something with a worried tone, but the niffler was soon distracted by a small scratching happening on his box.
The niffler nearly stopped breathing in it's attempt to not get found, but all was in vain.
The newspaper covering its head got removed, revealing the small creature, who let out a squeak of panic at the sight of two large green eyes staring at him.
No longer caring that he was spotted, the niffler shot out of the box, whining slightly from its injuries, and darted behind the nearest object which happened to be a large box mattress.
The soft sounding voice was back, sounding concerned.
The niffler continued to crouch, terrified out of its poor little mind. He heard something ting off the pavement and his mind supplied that it was a coin, but his fear overrode his want for, what he guess was, a shiny object.
After a few seconds, the soft voice spoke again, this time sounding much more worried than before. Another voice sounded confused but the soft voice interrupted.
There was rustling for a bit before a soft thump sounded from right in front of the niffler, startling it. Looking over, the niffler found a small brown nibblit, and after sniffing it, ate it, surprised by how nice it tasted.
Another nibblit landed a little farther away from him, and with cautious steps, the niffler crept over and ate it. Then there was another nibblit, and another.
The niffler continued to follow the nibblit trail, happy to eat more, and ended up poking its heat out of its hiding hole. When he did, he came face to face with the green eyes from before.
The niffler froze, ready to dart back into its hiding spot, when the green eyed man started to speak in a soothing tone with the same voice as the soft one from before. Green eyes even offered him another nibblit.
Nervous as ever, the small niffler crept over to grab the treat before darting back. This continued a few times until the green eyed human carefully put its hand out for the niffler to sniff.
Slightly more confident, the small niffler sniffed the green eyed man and, when finding the scents of all kinds of other creatures but no ill intent, pressed its head into the the man's large hand.
He got some very nice head scratches, and deming the man safe, climbed clumsily into the man's lap, where he was scooped up into a comfortable hold with soft pets, and soon dosed of.