Toxic Office and Ranger Round Up

Bill James, the head of this detachment, stormed up and through Bart Hebbs’ office door. He hated his domain being invaded, but there was no telling this human. Bill was opinionated, brash, and pushy with his rank. He was a typical bureaucrat through and through. Bart didn’t believe he’d been to a scene of a crime or on a call in decades and his waistline showed it. If that wasn’t enough, the man’s receding grey hairline gave him the air of a boiled egg.

Bart glimpsed another man behind Bill. He didn’t recognize. When the door opened, though, Bart forced himself not to growl at the wolf smirking behind Bill.

“What do you need, Bill?” Bart clipped out as Bill threw open his office door and stomped in. The wolf behind him stopped in his tracks at the door and cocked his head, waiting for acknowledgement. The wolf wanted permission to enter his domain. That surprised Bart after seeing the smirk on his face. Bart gave him a nod.

Bill, on the other hand, turned and glared