Yoshito and Kurama were the only casualties of that day. Yoshito, a kit of seven green seasons, dead and gone. Kurama's status unknown, but not expected to be much better than the former.
Himari, a kitsune with a mottled grey and brown coat, "It was you, you brought this upon us. Because of you, Yoshito is slain. Because of you and that foul spawn of yours." She cried from the ground while cradling Yoshito's limp body in the aftermath. Attempting to tear Kohaku limb from limb with her grief. "This is what happens when you let a human in. When you mate."
Leiko grips her mother's sleeve as the kitsune in the gathering begin turning towards them. Kurama's presence that had kept them silent for so long was now gone. The ire of the older generations who knew, the realization of the younger who didn't followed quickly by rage of their own, all directed at a mother and her daughter in the clearing. A human had attacked. A human, after humans were banned and should have no longer been able to enter Fokkusufirudo, attacked and took staggering casualties. A human did this, and in their wake a woman with a fleeting romance and a girl with human blood coursing through her veins quickly became the target of blame for the entire incident.
Within three moons, Itsuki, a bold black kitsune and father to Takashi, was chosen by the clan elders to rise as interim clan leader to maintain order and rebuild. Ceremony required the use of interim, but no one expected it to last past the required 3 moon cycles.
Kohaku was never the same. Broken. She would never again be able to look into the eyes of any of her clan mates. Never to see or acknowledge her daughter as more than a figment of existence. Herself an existence slowly fading.
And in three short seasons, she too would be gone from this world of her own volition. Leaving Leiko, a mere kit of eight, alone in a clan that she cannot leave and cannot be accepted.