Rosewater Oasis fear the vulture and the vulture will come

Indeed they do. The little coyote. And he brings lunch!

With a raspy, drawn out hiss, his wings expand wide, carrying him downward toward the ground. 

If they had something to say, they could do so while he ate.

Ye' talk. I eat. The vulture grunts, inching his beak closer toward the limp creature. Unless the coyote stopped him, he would eagerly snatch away the meal and proceed to dig in while the grand speech was given.