Fox's Glade Singing in the rain

Sebastian watched the owl that seemed super friendly compared to other birds. The grey tank noticed how his behavior contradicted his words. Sebastian had seen already that the owl was close to the tree trunk so moving out of his way was rather impossible. The bird seemed to realize this and grow frightened of him. Sebastian wasn't stupid or arrogant enough to prove himself that badly against the bird. He knew and saw the heavy set claws at the birds feet. He didn't want to loose his eyes. 

"That is rather stupid," he returned sounding rather blunt. He realized that the bird must be terribly young. "You might be a predator but another wolf might have seen you as a quick snack," he admitted. "You should always stay in trees." Sebastian had a good look over him once again and then shook his head softly. "I am not hungry," he returned. If he was Sebastian would possibly be tempted, he was a lone wolf after all and he needed to survive. Alas, he had eaten recently and it was recent enough he wasn't hungry yet. 

His placed his head down on his paws, at least the bushes kept most of the rain out. Sebastian curled up more tugging in his hind legs. Bet Haven would be warm and cozy in a den. He kind of wouldn't mind to be with her if she would be in that imaginary den. He let out a soft grunt. There he was under the bushes with some owl... not the most ideal location. Sebastian was a rather serious wolf, if he wasn't all flustered by a female. And with strangers, this owl, he was especially not his silly self.