Heron Lake Plateau Who does the owl say

The bird refused to help him, for which you couldn't really fault it, but Tywyll chose to be annoyed rather than practical. He huffed. You're too small to be food. I need something bigger to eat. It was the truth, although it could have been phrased a little better. He pirouetted and lifted his hind right foot, wiggling the toes comically and trying to entice the bird. Just above his hock was a small tick, as he had said. It had been there for an hour or so and wasn't about to leave willingly. Come on, its a free meal.... Wiggle wiggle wiggle. Nice and fat and juicy, yum yum...?