Voice 🥀

[fractales]

Type: Voice
Sender ID: fractales(Professor Turo)
To: General
Subject: Brief Announcement
Warnings: TBA

[There was a soft melody playing in the background, along with the sound of paws pattering about. Some heavier steps. The music clearly from a music box that sounded as if it was sat somewhere closer to the shellphone—]

This is Professor Turo, and my apologies for perhaps a late statement that I may not be so easily found as usual the last several days; a few days more as well. Less time spent walking Cosmo, other places.

Of course I can still be reached over these, but I have been taking some time to myself. Finishing up a few projects, making room for others that are more in progress. Preparation for possible adoption candidates at Cosmo Conservatory -next month may do well for that- so I can be found within the medical building there once more at the very least.

[—that melody hanging in the air for a few notes. It at least helped to soothe...]

If anything is needed do not hesitate to contact me, but I bid you adieu for now.

Comments

[fractales]

[A very pleased sound as a hind leg thumped the floor; found the right spot.]

Just a few weeks more, then they'll be weening. The reason two need hand feeding is due to the bandaging for their mother. It's easier than having to unwrap her healing injuries whenever its time for them to eat.

[Covered the upper torso due to a few other injuries, which mean only four pengi pups could feed easily.]

[withermarked]

[ And that reaction gets a little chuckle. ]

Yeah, I can see why that might not be too pleasant for her.

[ He'll give the animal another little scratch before taking his hand back for the moment. He still wants to know what's wrong, but he'll give Turo a little bit of time to see if he brings that up on his own. ]

[fractales]

Nets and fishing line, I suppose those who had her before weren't mindful of where she was when moving fish.

[He offered one of the bottles to Faulkner, it warm and the liquid inside a little bit thicker than some may expect for milk.]

Take this and I'll show you how to hold one of the pups.

[They were already squirming awake, wiggling a little, to find some purchase on his pants and labcoat to get moving.]

[withermarked]

[ He takes the bottle and tilts it to the side, observing the texture with some vague curiosity. ]

Alright. Is there a special way...?

[ Even for all he's learned about animals since being here, he's still no expert. ]

[fractales]

Ideally you want you keep the pup on its belly, so you can either prop it on a leg or in a hand, depending on size.

[He did have to keep two of the pups from wiggling out of his lap, four others getting their way down to go to their mother. Getting a little grooming of course—]

You want to keep the bottle angled just enough that it isn't straight up so the pup can't drink down too much too quickly. Its easy for them to inhale as they drink, as with others. This young especially. [Even as he spoke, Turo was helping one of the two kept back -after a moment of letting their mother lean enough to do a little 'wake up' groom- so that Faulkner could take a wiggly pup.]

Probably easiest to have it propped on a leg, easier control and a free hand incase it wiggles and slips.

[withermarked]

[ He nods as he listens along. He's not sure about the reasons for all of it—wouldn't holding them on their back be easier, isn't that how people feed babies?

But he'll keep it all in mind. ]

C'mere, you.

[ He reaches to take a pup and set it on his leg, petting it a bit to try to get it to settle down and stop wiggling before he tries to offer it the bottle. ]

No that's—that's my hand you're chewin' on. That's not what you want at all.