Shadewood fifteen kids in the backyard drinking wine

Cameo

 

Kovertol stood in the background. Watching the fight unfold much to his amusement.
Looks like the ego inflated, mistrusting asshat got beaten down by some outsider. Not that Kovertol cared much. If someone had already engaged in this spat, he only intended to watch. It was lucky he'd eaten not long ago -- saved Issun from being cleaned up by the hoover. 

He was brought to the place by the shrieks. The loud, incessant snarling, growling and thumping. Perhaps one day he'd show them a bear fight. That'd be a spectacle for the dogs. His eyes peered at them with curiosity. The blood that stained them was enticing. Later perhaps, he'd clean the trees of it. In truth, Kovertol had never tasted the blood of a lupine. He'd had it coat his paws but it brushed off in the grass often enough.

Minori. He liked her, the brave and admirable woman. She scorned them like her own two -
Ah. The Deku and Orochi were not both hers. That's right.
Issun lied to her. And Kovertol was more than happy to watch her berate him, perhaps for the rest of their lives; though it looked like Minori would live longer. He gave a low chuckle from the shadows where he stood. A sentinel and observer, much like the trees that whispered of the show.