- Influence
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Finn was overjoyed to hear Morgan's voice croak out from the corner. The young kit, however, was taking after Barrett, and didn't look up from his work. No distractions, especially when working with sharp tools. He did have to pause for a chuckle at Morgan's joke, though. The humor broke the tension, and set him at ease.
"Sorry Ms. Waverunner..." he said apologetically, quickly pulling his damp cloth away from the wound he was cleaning. Barrett had talked with him about causing pain while treating patients. Sometimes it was unavoidable, and this... this was one of those times, wasn't it? Recovering his nerve, the foxkit returned to her wounds, carefully wiping the blood away so he could see.
A more experienced surgeon would have worked much more quickly to clear the fur -- Finn, however, needed more time. He would have been devastated if he accidentally nicked a patient, adding to their injuries. Kneeling on the table behind Ralynn, he continued his work, steadying himself with a paw on her shoulder.
There was a certain confidence you needed with a straight razor. Finn had learned through practicing on his forearm that too much pressure would cause razor burn -- but too little would mean more passes, and the same result. With smooth strokes, Finn started at the edge of the wounds, and drew the knife away with a measured flick.
Sitting back, he surveyed the area, and looked over to the pine marten. "Ok, Ms. Waverunner is ready Mr. Barrett..."
"Sorry Ms. Waverunner..." he said apologetically, quickly pulling his damp cloth away from the wound he was cleaning. Barrett had talked with him about causing pain while treating patients. Sometimes it was unavoidable, and this... this was one of those times, wasn't it? Recovering his nerve, the foxkit returned to her wounds, carefully wiping the blood away so he could see.
A more experienced surgeon would have worked much more quickly to clear the fur -- Finn, however, needed more time. He would have been devastated if he accidentally nicked a patient, adding to their injuries. Kneeling on the table behind Ralynn, he continued his work, steadying himself with a paw on her shoulder.
There was a certain confidence you needed with a straight razor. Finn had learned through practicing on his forearm that too much pressure would cause razor burn -- but too little would mean more passes, and the same result. With smooth strokes, Finn started at the edge of the wounds, and drew the knife away with a measured flick.
Sitting back, he surveyed the area, and looked over to the pine marten. "Ok, Ms. Waverunner is ready Mr. Barrett..."
