There is an aspect to fatherhood he had never imagined he would have to perform. Protect the den, provide for the pups and clean them, make sure Ishtar was taken care of, and attempt to hunt for himself. All this at the same time. He had not thought the pups would have weakened her so, for it had never happened when she gave birth for Baphomet - though he would rather not think on this part at all. It brought to light some of the things his own dam had told him, that he had weakened her to such an extent when he was whelped. Perhaps, this is what demons of greatness do when they are born. Haedes himself had become a rather important and imposing figure on the battlefield, as well as in his career as a warrior under Baphomet. The fact that his own offspring took some of the wind out of Ishtar's sails most likely means they will be great too, or at least he can hope this is what it means. He is lounging in the cool autumn air behind the den of his queen and the keepers of his heart, dozing while he awaited someone's emerge from sleep.

He is roused from his own sleep by a commotion, something was going on and it had him up on obsidian paws and moving toward the front side of the bone-littered den. He watches for a moment, admiring the way his mate moves, her strength seeming to return to her. Concern for the servitor crosses his mind, but then he notices the meat in his mouth. He would not have expected Chael to be so...dull-witted about the food of the pack, to go so far as to steal food. It was this thought that drove him to move, from stand still to full sprint in about half a second. He knew his speed, and quickly caught up with his queen, flashing a grin to her. She was doing much better than she had been, and to see her back in her saddle was more than a welcome sight. He had heaped praise on her for living, and would continue to do so until such a time that it was not needed. He could see the madness in her gaze, that hunger wrought fury that was almost normal for a female about to break her fast, the only difference within her was the ferocity she implanted in her actions.

This did not put him off, nor did it truly frighten him, he would simply wish that she could hurry and catch a meal. Perhaps after the chase of Chael, they could go off and hunt. With Lillith giving the young ones lessons, and plenty of pack members present, they could go out and get Ishtar the true feast she required. For now, he is content to give chase to the troublesome servitor, who seems to have slipped in his attempt to break away from them. Haedes grins, racking up more of that speed and launching himself over the bounding male as he slips. He rounds then, moving himself to cut the escape while he watches his queen come upon him. He stood before the low ranking wolf, ready to go which ever way the male moved to keep him still. Chael was quick minded, had to be in his line of work, and thus Haedes must be quick as well. Let us not test a male willing to do anything to see his wife fed, okay?