Rosewater Oasis fear the vulture and the vulture will come

He noted the breadth of the vulture's wingspan with an admiring gaze, noting that here and there the feathers were uneven, causing him to wonder if perhaps they'd been plucked out, or moulted. He knew little of birds, but wished to know more, even if only by observation. This one, however, seemed content to communicate though he found it brazen, and its manners lacking. 

He lowered his head and clicked his teeth together to discourage the vulture's bold ambitions. "I've fed you all week," He chastised. "You listen, then you eat. You know that I can provide again, I'll make it worth your time." He assured the feathered creature, meeting the dark, glistening beads of his gaze evenly. He'd been more than charitable, and felt it was time to ask for something in return.