Rosewater Oasis I speak in plastic

She was both wise and frugal, selfish enough with her treasures that she made it seem as though he wouln't even be trusted with their exact location. "As long as you let me look at them every now and again," He said, "I'll help you find a good place to hide them. If only we had that bird you'd mentioned a while ago...Then it could hide stones up in a nest, somewhere no wolf would ever be able to reach..." He mused, lips twitching faintly. 

He considered the possibility for a moment, falling silent as he moved forward. The Oasis was often passed by birds overhead, but they could soar on the updrafts for so long that they needn't stop. However, there were certain types of bird that did call the desert home, and he envisioned the most grisly of them all- the vulture- and found himself coming to what he hoped was an epiphany. 

He glanced to Widower. 

"Just hear me out...But...A vulture," He said, hoping she'd see where he was going with the idea. 

Vultures wanted carrion. The Sandstriders wanted gems. Surely, a bargain could be struck?