Talon sat behind the large his desk in his office, a stack of documents spread across its surface. Across from him, Enzo leaned over another pile of reports, scanning them carefully before signing where needed.
The paperwork had accumulated during their time in Crimson Fang Pack. For several days, the administration of Black Howler had been running on the efforts of Elders, his Gamma Galvin, and senior warriors. Now that Talon and Enzo were back, the mountain of unattended work was waiting for them.
“Why do pack leaders always underestimate paperwork?” Enzo muttered as he signed another document.
Talon gave a quiet huff of amusement without looking up.
“Because we prefer fighting enemies to reviewing grain supply reports.”
Enzo chuckled lightly and set another parchment aside.
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