As we fled through the twisted paths of the Underworld, we came across a pack of Cerberus. The three-headed hounds barked aggressively and lunged forward, their saliva dripped from their fangs.
Noah stepped forward and held out his hand, much to our surprise. As if sensing something familiar, the Cerberus stopped in their tracks, whimpering and staring up at Noah with a mix of confusion and adoration.
With the hounds no longer a threat, we continued on our journey, an unlikely pack of adventurers and our new canine companions.