to summarise

Kaizen had known for a while. Perhaps if things were different he could have been close with his Mother, he would have liked to be he thought, but things had simply not worked out that way. Kiriko was simply...hadn't been the right wolf, it seemed. He could not claim to be upset and admittedly couldn't quite understand why any of his siblings might feel some sort of way about it.

It wasn't as if she had died, she had simply…left, chosen to.

Still, this meeting of sorts felt like a big deal, his close family gathered at their Kaicho's command. Awaiting, intent on listening to what he had to say.

Moving in from the edges, Kaizen's gaze flitted between those who had beaten him there. This was all the family he needed, he'd decided as much.