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Rolf Scamander (outofthewild) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

"You don't need to," he assured her over his shoulder. He'd long hoped for a way to introduce her to dogs in a way that didn't have her freezing up, but he'd also decided a long time ago that he would never push her on the subject either. The tiny part of his mind that wasn't on trying to save these little things noted it down for later musing.

"It's probably a bit cold right now, but your body will help warm it." Rolf looked up for a moment, around the shop, and swished his wand. Several flannel rags flew towards him, and he caught them in his other hand. He paused for a moment to walk over to her. He helped spread it over the top of the puppy, keeping her hands cradled around it. "Just hold it like that, and it'll be reassured by your heartbeat and any sounds you make -- but it feels it more than hears at this point. See, its ears are still closed." He pointed it out, one long finger gently stroking down the puppy's head. "It is hungry, but I want to get them warm first, and I'll have to go do up the formula and get it ready. I don't have any nursing mothers at the moment -- it's really too early in the year. The mother must have been bred out of season."

He went back to the box, still focused. His face tightened as he handled one too-still, too-cold body. He was angry, very angry, but he couldn't show it right now because there were babies to attend to. There were four puppies in the box, and the one Rose held; he examined them, and found that cold and probably hunger had done in two of them. Oh, gods, he hated whoever had abandoned them; all they'd had to do was knock on his door, and the charm he always wore would have activated. He cast a charm twice, his thoughts confirmed though he had to double check.

"Bast!" he called almost sharply, a tone he never really took with his cat. His familiar. "Bast, I need you!" It was an unconscious repetition of what Rose had said to him earlier. Bast strolled around a shelf as if she'd been there all along, though Rolf had long since been convinced she could appear where she wanted at will. She chirruped at him and leapt up on his back. He didn't even wince as she flowed up his back to ooze slightly over his shoulder, peering with her head beside his down into the box. HE took a second to reach up and scritch her head. "Bast, can you help play mother for a bit?" It wasn't something he asked of her often; she had never been bred, but she'd occasionally, at her whim, helped him with an abandoned litter before, and this one was the youngest he'd dealt with since... well, probably since he'd found Bast and her litter tied up in a bag and tossed aside so long ago.

She mrowed, but then sneezed. "Yes, I know. Poor things," he murmured, talking to her like he often did when they were on their own. "I'll take care of them -- you keep the others company for a few minutes so we can get them a bed." He reached down into the box with another rag and wrapped each wee body, conjuring another box and placing them in it for now. Once that was done, Bast leapt lightly into the box and carefully lay down, starting to purr in a reassuring matter to the two little squirmy things left there.