Sabrina shrugged. "Well, I think I'll stick around here, forage for grubs and all that. Mickey, you go with my friend over there."
Mickey froze at that, glancing over to look at the girl, but only made a quiet sound that was probably a resigned sigh. "All right, save some beetles for me," he said, walking towards Maxon. There were, however, no beetles in sight, nor any sign of other life on the island except for the occasional bird call. It was a haunting scream, a shrill ten seconds of pure tone before tapering off in what could only be described as "plummeting call of death." Why it can only be described this way is unknown, but the one naming it was very explicit in their instructions, so there we go.
She was almost anxious for them to be gone, in all honesty. The bite was gnawing away at her ankle as if the rat had never stopped, and it was an overall unpleasant experience, even without traversing the island all day.