child-friendly? what's that?

Absinth's voice grew more intense, a razor edge slicing through the still air. “How is strength not just about muscles or size? It's about willpower. Mental fortitude.” Her smile was a calculated assessment of their reactions. “The unyielding determination to keep going, no matter the cost. You must possess the will to survive. A will that cannot be crushed or taken from you.” She let the weight of her words hang for a moment, her eyes piercing into each child. She was a brutal woman, and her lessons would be as well, regardless of how young her brood were. “That is the essence of true strength.”

Her expression softened as she regarded her children, a fierce love burning behind her eyes. “We fight, we bleed, we endure.”

A chuckle escaped her, her tail thumping rhythmically against the ground. Her voice, though gentle, carried an unwavering conviction. Her words came from a heart and soul that had known suffering. “Remember this: strength is your shield and your weapon against the world, no matter what form it comes in. Be strong, be unyielding. Take this life into your hands and make it your fucking bitch.” These lessons were her forge, shaping them into formidable wolves, capable of facing the harsh realities of their existence without a hint of naivety or weakness. And sure, she wasn’t sugarcoating anything. No one ever had for her, and look how great she turned out. With a grin, the woman gestured to the end of the lesson.

She knew that without strength, her children would be devoured by the merciless world they were born into. She needed them to grasp the importance of being powerful and unbreakable. Her love for them drove her relentless teachings, ensuring they were prepared for any challenge, unlike she had been.

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