Laika chuckles softly, stepping forward. "We've completed the first bit," She says sweetly. "Now the fun begins. And don't worry about your friends on the beach, I'll make sure those canisters get back to them." She rolls her tongue inside her mouth, her hunger rising. She reached out and yanked the whistle from around Max's neck and threw it on the ground, stamping on it. There were other creatures around them, and Laika wasn't particularly thrilled about a crowd.