Burrow kept a neutral expression while the four drones giggled amongst each other as Mirror took another picture, a complete opposite to Aphid. Sitting beside him, one of her forelegs wrapped around the back of his neck, his fellow soldier wore a wide and toothy grin at the situation. She’d adapted quite quickly to the discovery of Mr Growl’s picture-taking device, her position and pose against him changing every time the four complicit drones captured another photo. Burrow’s eyes gave a quick glance away from the group of four in front of him and towards the device’s owner, Mr Growls standing over at the mountain wall with his back towards them and his forelimbs held in a stretch over his shoulders. 