Ever hungry, ever simmering, Hadros is the hateful wolf-god of trouble, ill-will, sabotage, and all manner of sins — particularly greed, lust, and gluttony. All things involving excess and selfishness belong to Hadros; the monstrous, raging god who still now fights against the chains binding him to the outer planes, and which keep him out of the material world. It was watchful Anhi who first predicted the dangerous growth of Hadros, following his birth from the churning, cloying void of Sire, but it was Woden who ordered his binding, and Tyrcer who enforced it.
The mortals who "worship" Hadros — or, rather, seek to leech from his ever-growing, ever-brimming cup of strength — do so out of rage, want for power, or hateful desperation. And Hadros, bound as he is, is happy to comply… for reciprocation. Clerics of brighter deities warn, and worry, that it is these powerhungry mortals who feed the very swelling that the gods themselves fought to contain; that for every mite of power Hadros gives, he gains much more.