blight schmlight... right?

Oleander lifted the basket with his teeth after picking a promising mushroom. He breathed in deeply, the cool smell of the Red Forest entered his dark nose and soothed his stressed thin body. His fur unkempt and looking a little skinnier than normal he walked over the spring ground. The pines overhead made this place a sanctuary of herbal growth and healthy trees and... prey?

He sighed as he saw a squirrel climbing and leaping in tight circles, only able to move left. It was an easy grab of its head and a soft crunch to put it out of its misery. He swallowed the blood on his tongue and dropped the squirrel. He shook his head, the blight would reach here in no time at all.

He picked up his basket again, unsure if the herbs here would be suitable now when he suddenly heard something between the trees.

A string of curse words and the sounds of a body hitting the ground. The white male froze for a moment before he peered around the tree trunk. A smaller skeletal form was struggling to stand back up. He looked really bad. Old scars, half a tail, chopped ears. Poor guy was probably a slave... Maybe some kind of bait for a fighting pit. The guy was already trussed up and definitely sick, with the way he was swaying and struggling to get up.

Ollie wasn't going to leave him here if he could help it.

"Heyy there." He called out softly, still several tail lengths away from him. The basket at his feet again.

"Not feeling good huh?" He asked the stranger. There was going to be no way this guy was going to make it to quarentine without touching or supporting him. It was inevitable, Ollie had already felt the tremors and the shadows around his vision. The quarantine was pointless, it had already taken Tethys and she wasn't even in the woods.

"Speech!"