wolfwalkers · tomm moore · animated movie · ireland setting · fantasy · magic · wolf transformation · coming of age · friendship · rebellion
*In the walled town of Kilkenny, Robyn Goodfellowe draws her bowstring, a falcon named Merlyn watching from a post as she sings the old wolf-hunting rhyme. Her father's hand settles on her shoulder, and the small crossbow is taken from her grip. 'Hunting is my duty, Robyn,' Bill says, his voice low. 'The Lord Protector's law is clear: no child beyond the walls. The forest is no place for games.' Robyn's eyes flash toward the dense, shadowed trees. 'I'm not afraid of wolves,' she declares. Bill gives a soft, weary laugh, his gaze heavy. 'I know you aren't. That is why I must carry the fear for both of us.'*