Blitzed

While Kane continued to try to hold the very floppy Artorias upright while he mushed the dire wolf's cheeks and face, Tamsyn interrogated her daughter on what had happened. Gwynevere explained that they had come across a salvia plant and her raven had convinced the young wolf to try some of the leaves. "Salvia!" Kane exclaimed with recognition in his voice while Artorias went limp in his arms and folded backwards, dangling like he's fainted in the hunter's grasp while making quiet murring sounds to himself. He looked over to Tamsyn with a knowing grin and gave her a reassuring wink. "It's a mild hallucinogenic. My tribe would use it for relaxation and recreation," he explained. "Totally harmless, wears off after a couple of hours. He's just gonna be feeling reeeeeally good for a little bit and seeing some strange shit."

With Artorias little more than dead weight right now, Kane carefully hoisted the boy back upright, then slid his body underneath the young wolf's to hoist him up over his back. "Okay, buddy, let's get you somewhere you can lie down and just enjoy yourself," he murmured to Artorias, then looked back to Tamsyn and Gwynevere. "We can stow him in the infirmary to ride this out. Keep him contained." Carrying the intoxicated wolf that was presently flailing his limbs while making comments on flying, Kane began to carry Artorias back into the castle towards the infirmary, letting the two ladies take the lead while he handled the patient. "Hey, Gwynevere, did you bring any of the salvia back with you?" he asked with a raise of a curious brow. "I'm, uh, asking for a friend." He gave her an innocuous grin, though it was clear how he intended to use the drug.

"Kaneonuskatew"