Moritz stood not far away, gently pestered by Illusive's dog - a cur hound called 'Trick Of The Light'. Pendulum had had no protests for the odd choice in name, obscure father to obscure child. They were... differing, in their exact brand of oddity, but both were odd in some aspects.

Illusive, it seemed, held a much higher threshold and delight for social matters than either of his parents. Pendulum was never so sure how to handle this, so largely let the young colt do as he pleased, as long as it wasn't particularly dangerous. So today Illusive had tagged after Moritz, the dedicated dungeoneer seeming not at all fussed with their two, leggy teenage guests.

Illusive's ears snapped up first, and Trick's weren't far behind - and two seconds after, Moritz' head jerked up, a terrified look on their face.

"THAT WAY - GO!" Illusive had never seen them shout before, and was so startled for a moment, he froze - and then Moritz shoved him with their head, just as he caught sight of a flame-wreathed hound tearing out of the landscape, followed by more glowing eyes. He bolted, as fast as his legs could take him, where Moritz had directed - Trick was already ahead of him, scrambling into a crevice that was far too small for either the hellhounds, or Illusive himself to enter.

Illusive threw himself at a gnarled tree, dragging himself upwards, forcing his form onto the branches, high above.

A moment later, the pack rushed into this particular 'valley' of the furnace, snarling and sniffing. A pair of them were soon snarling at the foot of the tree that Illusive had precariously balanced on.

There was no sign of Moritz. He hadn't heard a shout, or a scream behind him, though, and they hadn't been far behind - where were they-?

The hellhounds, at least, soon lost interest, as they couldn't reach him up in the branches - and soon heard another sound in the distance, galloping after it, snarling and baying - until they were gone from his site.

Where was his babysitter, though-?