Rosewater Oasis Concrete colony

He chuckled. The jackrabbit had been intended for the vulture, but now the owl demanded it. He felt he would get little from her other than cryptic words, and she had already declared what he considered to be neutrality which was enough to give him pause before trusting anything she said. In suggesting that the winning side was the one that played both, he suspected her to be a spy. For who? Perhaps for herself. But she was skeptical enough he thought her unfriendly, unyielding. Amusing, but of little use. 

He tore off another leg and nudged it in her direction. 

The rest he picked up, and wolfed down with a loud cracking of bones. Once he finished, he offered her one more thing: a name. 

"I'm Weed."