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I'm going to start archiving some of these early threads so we're heading toward ten completed :)

He chuckled. He had no intentions of getting too attached to the creature, so if it ended up becoming little more than feathering for her bed, so be it. 

"Bait and catch," He said, with a simple shrug. Widower had a look of contempt on her face every time he spoke of vultures, which he could understand. Sometimes they would strip every last bit of meat from a corpse when you needed it the most. Desert canids scavenged- but often vultures beat them to the meal. "I'll handle the varmint. And if it doesn't work out, I'll point you in its direction" He said. 

He chuffed, and set out to hunt, knowing he would need something fresh to lure the vulture in with.