child-friendly? what's that?

Having caught a chipmunk, Zagan held the flailing creature down, tracing the outline of its spine with a single, unsheathed claw. His claws were sharp, akin to razors, as he sliced down the back of his victim, interested to see the insides of his toy. Morbid, youthful curiosity. But before he could start to dismember it, Absinth’s call rang out within the Polar Sound, summoning her children. Zagan hesitated for several moments, considering ignoring her to continue his fun. But eventually, curiosity got the best of him- he wanted to know why she was calling. With his toy in his mouth, Zagan pulled the wool coat Absinth gave him over his shoulders, tucking it close to his head to conceal his furless body.

He entered the small clearing in silence, pushing his way to the front of the group to sit alongside his adoptive siblings and littermates. Settling down with his toy between his paws, he gives Absinth his undivided attention, absorbing her words about strength and determination. They needed guidance to become strong- wrestling with each other wasn’t enough. He looked up at her with an unwavering, intense stare, sitting still as she came around and nuzzled each child. When it was his turn, her touch brought him a wave of physical warmth, which he enjoyed. But it also stilled him, his body becoming rigid in the face of affection.

"Speech"