blight schmlight... right?

The smaller male was all kinds of fucked up. Oleander observed for a good few breaths as the other man rallied his senses but to no avail. Ollie swung his white tail behind him in thought. He'd have to leave the basket here, this guy wasn't going to be walking anywhere.

"I have an idea... There's a blight south of here. You might have caught it. I'm working on a cure. If you come with me I can help you out." Bas would probably mind if he brought in another straggler... But what was he gonna do? This guy was obviously sick with the blight they already were suffering from... Why not bring this guy in, heal him up, and see what happens? Should probably bring him through the mile high woods, and talk to Bas about the pointless quarantine.
He had already figured out they weren't getting sick from each other, it was the fungus from the meat and the trees.

"I'll just get you on my back and I'll carry you to my place. Get you some medicine to help you feel better. Yeah?" Oleander started to shimmy the smaller and very banged-up wolf over his back. To carry him draped over his shoulders. What had this poor guy gone through, he wondered. He'd make sure his passenger was situated and ready. "You all right up there?" Hopefully, he won't vomit on him. He probably will it though, was one of the symptoms.

"Speech!"