“Hound,” Houndoom says, stopping in front of a tree. He glances back at you, barking again. “Houndoom!”

You’re both lost, embarrassingly so, and you have been for the last hour. Houndoom’s always had a poor sense of direction coupled with being very prideful. He thought he could lead you out safely.

“Houndoom,” he says, bowing his head in apology. He’d failed his trainer yet again.