the unauthorized practice of medicine

Glad that Dime wasn't seriously hurt from his fall, Gil smirked in his friend's direction. Noticing the way his ears pricked at the mention of alcohol, he nearly laughed. "Never?" He questioned with a tilt of his head. "Well, let's get out of this damn hole first," his muzzle nodded up to the entrance that dazzled with the dying light of afternoon. "If you can make it back up without falling again, I'll treat you to a nice drink," Gil joked with a small laugh before looking his friend over once more. Aside from the bent tail, Dime looked to be in okay enough condition to walk back up. "After you," he rumbled with a swish of his paw as he waited for Dime to start their ascent back up. Gil held back a moment to let Dime take the lead. If there was going to be any falling, Gil could at least try to catch the smaller wolf before anything fatal happened.

"speech"