Rosewater Oasis fear the vulture and the vulture will come

Tumbleweed was impressed. Birds were even more intelligent than he'd figured, and more cooperative as well. He'd feed the bird to keep him around and willing to help out, so long as the vulture kept his word as well. 

He let the bird feast, empathetic to how difficult it must be for him to find fresh food. Certainly, he seemed to enjoy a fresh, warm meal, but leftovers- bits and scraps of tendons and gristle would have been what he typically ate. He would enjoy seeing the vulture thrive under his care, and as a part of the trades that he and Widower would begin to establish. 

"You'll do fine, my friend," He said. Realizing that the term might not be terribly welcome just yet, he asked only one more question. "What name should I call you by?"