Many said that these were just fairy tales. Just stories from old books. They were called cynocephali or simply dogheads. They could not be fiction, so many testimonies, so many texts, mentions in the Bible, and Saints Ahrakas and Augani? And Saint Christopher? Also fiction? No. This cannot be. Cynocephali must exist... They are just somewhere out there... A little further beyond the horizon.

Kicked in a fit of mild anger, the stone, instead of flying into a tree, hit something soft, after which someone let out a quiet whine. The doghead in all his glory, with gray fur on his dog's head, he lightly rubbed his bruised belly.

"Hmph... Hey... What are you doin...." — He broke off mid-sentence, staring at the wanderer in front of him and realizing that this was not another cynocephalus. For a moment he froze, surprised and scared.