child-friendly? what's that?

As Absinth settled back in her seat, Zagan took a moment to sweep his bi-colored gaze across the gathering. Each pup was engulfed in the lesson, but no one dared to ask Absinth a question. He was surprised to see a younger pup arrive, a cousin of his he’d been told. So many pups to compete with. Zagan shifted slightly at the thought, digging his claws into the soft earth.

Absinth instructs them to close their eyes, and Zagan does. He imagines a coyote, just like she says. One stronger than him, and trying to fight. He did not like that. His lips started to twitch, curling into a sneer. He’s fantasizing of killing the creature, of using his panther companion to hold it down while he slits its throat with his blade. So grotesque for the mind of a child. He would fight with every ounce of strength, just was Absinth instructed. Or he would die trying.

"Speech"