Buried Bones

The birds beak clicked a little, a little sign that she was listening. Clearly the old brute had hurt pride. Flamie was in no terms involved in his problems, and nor did she want to know them. However she was interested in him and his feline friend. Her smile didn't falter as she ruffled her feathers, cleaning one of her right wings for a moment as she settled it back on her side. Avenge the weak, then they had family units? Bearded vultures did too at sometimes. They mated for life most of the time, some taking on two males in a type of polygamous relationship. The children then stayed with their parents for around two years before leaving the nest. At that.... bearded vultures had territories picked out for each other. Those with the more red clay, were the strongest and smartest of them all. As her own was.

"Well mister kitty if I could be thrown a bone or two that'd be fine." She stated, "Mr.Wolfie, you're very pretty. Where did you get those red marks on your body from?" Flamie was curious, unafraid as well. Perhaps it was that lack of fear that made it easier to talk to the two of them. She just hoped she wasn't going to get lazy or fat, from eating all these free handed out bones. Giving out objects, scouting, food, was nothing for a trade like this.