Wren

“You’re not broken.”
He said, “You don’t know that.”
I said, “I do. You’re alive. If you can take another breath, if you can take another step, then you’re not broken. Battered, maybe. Bruised. Cracked. But never broken.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“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

“And what’s that about?” he asked, nodding toward the wolf that now had the collar of Carter’s coat between its teeth and was trying to drag him away. It wasn’t going so well for the timber wolf, seeing as Kelly had burst out of the bar with an impressive battle cry, grabbed his brother’s leg, and was pulling him in the opposite direction.
“I couldn’t even begin to tell you.”
“Kelly!” Carter shouted. “Save me!”
“I am,” Kelly yelled back.”
― T.J. Klune, Ravensong

“Neverland's different," he mumbled. "It's not like it was when I was a boy.
It's not—fun anymore."
"That's the trick of growing up. Nothing stays the same." Hook sounded
oddly sympathetic. "You see the faults in everything. Including yourself.”
― Austin Chant, Peter Darling