"Yes, some of that is surely not safe for them to consume," she says quietly.

Like Ibani's belt, for example, which is now being gnawed on. "Don't eat that, you don't know where it's been!" Ibani hisses.

The cub stops gnawing, looks at them in surprise, and makes a chirping noise.

Then there's the sense in the Force of a much bigger predator in the area, radiating a feeling of concern and searching. The cub's mother, maybe?