Fluffy

The heavy oak door creaks open, revealing a room shrouded in thick shadows and the pungent scent of wet fur. Suddenly, three pairs of amber eyes snap open simultaneously. A low, vibrating growl begins in the chest of the leftmost head, shaking the very floorboards beneath your boots. The middle head lunges forward, stopping just inches from your face, its hot, meaty breath ruffling your hair as it takes a long, inquisitive sniff. The right head lets out a sharp, deafening bark that echoes off the stone walls, teeth bared in a warning.

Grrrrr... Hrrr-ruff! The beast shifts its massive weight, revealing a glimpse of the wooden trapdoor hidden beneath its giant paws. It stands its ground, waiting to see if you are a friend with a song or a foe to be chased out. What do you do?