Rosewater Oasis fear the vulture and the vulture will come

The jackrabbit had nearly given him the slip- and he knew when he killed it that it might be tougher than the others. A wiry creature, having outrun many predators in its time, it was well-suited for a life in the desert where it would have to use every last one of its wits to help it survive. In places, it had scars and there was a sage, wiry look to its expression, even as it passed away in his grasp. The old boxer could finally stop fighting today- and its body would fulfill its final purpose. 

He panted in the heat as he returned to the Oasis, to spot a familiar, dark figure on a branch. "You're early," He thought with a tired, but wry smile. It wasn't like the bird would agree- birds were on their own schedule. He set the jackrabbit down, but rather than simply walking away from it, he kept a paw on it and squinted up at the raven-feathered creature. 

"I got a bargain to make with you," He proposed.