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The young wolf knew little of pack politics. He didn't know that Nemesis had been leader and had a bunch of kids and that that made it wrong for Potema who was not a leader at that point to have a bunch of kids - or something. He didn't know that he and his siblings were a threat to anyone. There was little he knew at all about this dark world that he lived in, and in truth, he didn't even know what compelled him to act in that moment. Instinct? Familial loyalty? The opportunity to be a nuisance? It mattered little. Ganandorf was struggling against Potema, and Vaati was up and darting to his rescue.

It was a sorry attempt, really. His snarl, though furiously inspired, was not nearly as fierce as he intended. His attack was fairly lackluster as well, inspite of how hard he tried. He bounded forth, falling over himself once before pulling himself back up and leaping to save Ganon from their mother's clutches. He did leap, make no mistake. But while he aimed for her face, he really just sort of hopped into her leg, knocked his head against her shin, and fell backwards.

Vaati rolled away before steadying himself on his stomach. He shook his head and blinked around as though unsure of what had just happened. His eyes fell on Ganon beneath Potema's paw, but he didn't feel quite as inspired to act. Instead, he fixed his mother with a rueful pout as though he truly understood that his best bet was guilting his brother free, rather than actually forcing it.