Fox's Glade Singing in the rain

Sebastian looked at the owl for a moment. He thought owls were known for their wisdom. "Then why fly in the first place if it is raining?," he pointed out, feeling like he was pointing out the obvious. And if it started to rain, if he was an owl, he would just quickly land and sit it out. The owl didn't seem to manage to do that. So or he was really weak or the owl thought he was safe in some bushes. 

"I saw, don't worry. Not that kind a guy. I eat for fuel, not to kill," he pointed out. Sebastian was still resting his head on his paws. After all he could take this moment to take a good nap. The tank of a wolf didn't got that rest though because the owl clearly liked to talk a lot. Sebastian could be terribly chatty too if he was with his friends. "Sebastian," he returned shortly to the owl, his pale eyed on him almost dominantly for a moment before he casted them away. 

Sebastian noticed that the owl took a bit of a distance, which was good. Sebastian turned his back mostly to the rain, his coat more than thick enough to keep him warm. What he didn't like was that the soil would turn into mud, so he would have to bath himself soon if he didn't want to appear as a brown wolf instead of a grey one.