Drink or Dare

Theory groaned at Sparrow's cheeky jokes. "I am sick, sick, sick of snow... melting or otherwise." She wriggled back and forth, massaging her spine on a fallen stick on the ground. "Ahh... there's the spot." These dreary patrols had stiffened her muscles. Hopefully this coming change of the season would be milder than the last. Theo wasn't sure if she could handle another endless winter when they'd just recovered from the last one. "Okay, okay," she rolled to her paws, stretching long and low as her joints popped. The alpha chewed the cork out of one of the bottles and took a deep slug, wincing as it burned down her throat. "Ugh, cheap stuff is right." Her eyes were slits as she willed the bitter, nauseating taste to leave her mouth. "I guess I started with drink - so I'm going to dare you. Do a... back flip, over that ravine there. A front flip will also be begrudgingly be accepted," Theory conceded, gesturing towards a steep slope over yonder that had the trickle of a stream at the bottom. It was a narrow impasse - anyone could make it over if they got a good running start. Probably.