Research Assistant

The paranoia that was slowly forcing itself into his mind was somewhat soothed by the fact that he was needed here, that he could help. There was no ounce of the boy that would suspect Misery was up to anything suspicious at all; if he couldn't trust his own packmates, then who could he trust? He nodded, despite the way his entire body ached, finding his spirits slightly lifted from this newfound purpose he had here. "Hiya Misery," he greeted him with a half-hearted grin at best. "Yeah, I'm sick too." It wasn't a hard thing to deduce, with the green ooze pooling from practically every orifice, but the thought that he might say the wrong thing was overbearing. Be obedient, be useful, the voices told him repeatedly. He belonged here, and he would contribute. He could only listen to the yearling, giving a feeble nod as Misery continued to explain what he was doing here.

He didn't want to get infected - that was understandable. But he wanted to see if these rabbits could get both illnesses? He gave another curt nod, following his directions as he grabbed some of the mushrooms and offered them to the suffering rabbits. None seemed terribly interested but with a bit of shoving he was confident he'd managed to force-feed at least one of them a bit of mushroom. The other three... well, he wasn't so sure. "What now?" He asked with a tilt of his head, glancing up at Misery with wide, inquisitive eyes.