Heron Lake Plateau Who does the owl say

Tywyll snorted at the bird's lack of knowledge, assuming it was hers and not his own. He began to school her in a voice like he was talking to a very small pup "Our spit keeps our mouths clean, otherwise we would have infection and stuff in there. So when we groom one another it cleans our fur. That's why my fur was sleek and shiny before I missed you by mere inches." he sighed and climbed out onto shore, shaking out his fur and sending mud flying everywhere. "parasites are nasty...doesn't it make you sick?" he decided to move on from the arguing, deeming it pointless.