Daisy chains

Little guy with a little spring hare buddy

Instead of Pachi, the ever so frustrating old vulture with more feathers then brain, an unnamed crow was the chosen delivery bird for this specific cub. It wasn't too odd; if Pachi was the one carrying them his claws would have cut them in two, considering this specific gift's stunted size..
The crow kept screeching in a dramatic announcement of his appearance till he was eventually forced to silence when he had to take the cub in his beak to land. It was a frail little thing, any wrong move and the lion would become worm food. Then again, the crow didn't have anything against worms. or eating dead cubs.
The bird shook its head firmly, clicking its tongue continuously and not seeming to register his calls were muffled by a thick beakful of lion fur. It huffed, flapped its wings, then set the cub down onto cold stone. To its surprise a small.. springhare, perhaps, scurried to the dwarf cub and buried itself into the little amount of fur that clung to his flimsy frame. Odd. Quite odd.

With a short caw of farewell and a mountain worm for the road, the crow flew off immediately back to the desert, soon vanishing out of view completely, despite the sky being clear as crystal. A sane lion would assume it to have vanished into thin air. A lion from either pride would know the crow had much more spiritual roots.

(IM GOING TO WIN THIS GIFT WAR VANCE)
(I THINK YOU ARE OH MY GOD HE'S SO NICE)