Grimly silent, Spiderthorn padded nearer to the gigantic pile of bones, charcateristicly called the 'Bonehill'. The limp body of an ancient, rotting mouse hung in her orange jaws, as well as a vole, and a rabbit she was hanging to by its leg. Dropping the long-dead preyon the other bones, she bowed her head, whiskers brushing the earth below her, and mumbled her respects to the future kingdom of ShadowProvince and the Rogues.
She lifted her head back, bending her spine to look all the way to the top of the Hill. It was humongous, to say the least. With a faint smile of approval, the new Deputy gave a nod. The work was going well, at least in her eyes.