Prowling along the shores of the rivers of the underworld, these three-headed, giant canines have served as guardians of secret passages in the dark depths since times immemorial. Always bound by ancient chains, mortals should keep their distance. They breath the black ice of the river Styx, freezing flesh and memories alike - but the bite of their teeth is no thing to be trifled with, either. Instinct: To tear apart what comes in reach

• Snap with three heads
• Breath black ice