Kaizen didn't want to look- to see what was happening, but he couldn't find it in himself to look away, to avert his eyes. He had never seen a wolf die before- but now he had. It was slow to sink in, the finality of death, how a wolf could be alive and breathing one moment and just...gone the next. A snarl tore from his throat, because if it could happen to a stranger, who was to say one of his siblings wouldn't be next? No, Kaizen would simply not allow that, the beast would die at his paw. Or rather theirs, as it would no doubt require all of their Hattori might combined.
Grabbing onto a fern like leaf, Kaizen made to rip it off and toss it aside. Layer by layer, strip by strip it would be torn apart.