Roberto Gutierrez-Palacios

“Mom! Mom. You have to smell him! It’s like… like… I don’t even know what it’s like! I was walking in the woods to scope out our territory so I could be like Dad and then it was like… whoa. And then he was all standing there and he didn’t see me at first because I’m getting so good at hunting. I was all like rawr and grr but then I smelled it again and it was him and it was all kaboom! I don’t even know! I don’t even know! You gotta smell him and then tell me why it’s all candy canes and pinecones and epic and awesome.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“Use your fork.”
“No.”
“Gavin, I swear to god, if you—don’t do it. Don’t pick the mashed potatoes up again with your hand.”
He stared at me as he did it anyway. Making sure I was watching, he shoved the food into his mouth again.”
― T.J. Klune, Brothersong