Just a moment of clarity was all it took for him to recognize what was going on.
Apparently, not only did the wolf blood taste like wine, but it also had the same effects.
'No wonder people can get addicted to garbage like this, the effect is very pleasant.
'With that said, I think I'll stick to water.'
Even if the after-effects of alcohol weren't an issue, just the fact that a drink could influence his thinking and behavior was already a non-negotiable for Gaston.
Whether it made him feel better or not was not important.
The loss of control over yourself, that's what was really important.
Gaston would even argue that it was the most important thing in the world. After all, there weren't a lot of things a person could control in their life.
The only thing a person could control however, was himself.
Losing that, for some temporary enjoyment, was not a deal that Gaston would ever willingly take.
With that said, whether he was drunk or not he wasn't exactly sure, as he didn't have any prior experience, but what he did know, was that he wasn't 100%.
And that was on top of only having one usable arm.
The sun was also going to set here pretty soon, leaving Gaston not a lot of time to work with.
'There's no point in regrets, what's happened has already happened.
'Adapt and overcome. That is what I do, and that is what I will do now.'
Doing his best to battle the effects of the blood on his mind, Gaston started changing the plan.
He didn't feel comfortable with traversing the forest without being absolutely sure about his mental capability.
That meant however, that he would have to risk facing other predators that could potentially come here, attracted by the rich smell of blood.
This was not something he was interested in doing either, leaving him in quite the bind.
After some thought, a plan did come together however, in spite of his semi-drunken state.
The first thing he decided, was that he wouldn't leave the area.
Moving through the forest half-drunk was not something he was willing to do, and besides, it would sting a little to leave everything behind again.
After all, he had risked his life to kill this prey of his, so naturally, he wasn't quite comfortable with just leaving it behind.
And since he was staying, he decided on a very bold approach.
Since he knew nothing about this forest, nothing about the creatures that inhabited it or what to watch out for, he would stay right here, in what seemed to be the most dangerous place.
Gaston figured that if he couldn't find a safe place for himself to rest and recover, then why not simply create one?
With all the branches and leaves sprawled around this place, he could create a massive campfire that would hopefully keep away any predators that were attracted here.
The first thing he had to do, was to designate an area for his campfire and clear out any surrounding objects that could potentially catch on fire.
After all, the last thing he wanted to do was to start a forest fire.
Talking about warding off potential threats to his safety, Gaston figured that that would certainly do the trick.
The only problem with that, was that he would lose all his spoils, not to mention that he wasn't quite so sure that he would be able to survive the aftermath himself.
Catching himself thinking about useless things again, Gaston cursed the effects of alcohol once again and went straight to work.
He began by looking for a relatively open space, which wasn't as easy to find as it might have seemed given that he was in a forest.
Luckily for him however, he found what he was looking for not too far away from the two carcasses.
Within a couple of minutes, he managed to clear out everything within three meters of the designated campfire area.
Since Gaston didn't know what exactly his fire was supposed to be scaring off, he planned on making it as big as he could without running the risk of burning down the forest.
A change in circumstances meant that his plan had to change.
There was no longer any need to force himself to undergo days of sleep deprivation in order to reach the smoke's location as fast as he could.
This did not mean however, that he had given up on the journey.
On the contrary, despite the things that he has learned, that smoke was still the only noteworthy thing in his immediate surroundings.
It was the first potential sign of civilization he had come across in person, and he wasn't just about to abandon it for no reason.
His journey was merely delayed, not canceled.
After about half an hour, Gaston had finished working on everything that he needed to do.
In fact, if he were 100%, he would've been done even quicker.
He managed to build a fire that was twice the size of the grey wolf, reaching up to 22 feet.
If the creatures in this forest were as afraid of fire as the animals from Earth, then he would remain quite safe throughout the night.
In order to make sure he could keep the fire going all night, he stockpiled a lot of flammable material, which took up most of his time.
Additionally, Gaston also butchered the wolf, intending to have thin strips of wolf jerky ready for himself by the time he woke up tomorrow.
With everything set, he was almost ready to call it a day.
As a final precaution, he found the largest tree that was closest to the fire, and after climbing up more than 50 feet , which was not even the mid-way point of the tree, he used branches and leaves to hide his chosen sleeping location.
Only after he climbed down and saw that it looked completely natural and that the inside couldn't be seen from down below, did he climb back up and succumb to the affects of the "alcohol."