child-friendly? what's that?

It took minimal prompting for Abyss to adhere to their mother’s summon, listless paws crunching through the layered snow of the Polar Sound. A breeze whisked through their fur, shuffling the hues of crimson and ivory, a striking contrast of color splitting their face in two. They find their mother perched in the middle of a clearing, Sericea, Dracun, and Ludovic creating a circle around her, waiting for her interaction. Abyss fell in place beside them, glancing at their siblings with a stoic expression before taking a seat before Absinth.

Strength. Mother was teaching a lesson on strength. If they are not strong, they are weak, equal with prey, and liabilities to the pack. Abyss nod’s their head, absorbing every word. Mother had scars, and she boasted them, because they were stories and reminders. Abyss looked up at her in awe, fantasizing of the battles that resulted in the welts on her body. And the harm mother caused the other party. Returning her affectionate nuzzle, Abyss wags their tail, vowing to become strong for their family and pack.

"Speech"