A Cub Tried Helping Her Work The Pack Accidentally Completed Her En

She was hunched over a hollow slate, hair tied back, eyes bloodshot, jaw set, scrolling through a task list that glowed an unforgiving red. The cub's name translated roughly to Brightclaw who asks too many questions. He was small by his species standards, only a meter at the shoulder, but his talons could sheer durah steel and his eyes tracked motion like targeting a raise. How a single human officer, with no reinforcements, repelled a coordinated pirate assault and optimized an entire station's performance overnight. And once a pact decides to help a human finish her list, the war is already over.Become a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/little-scifi-stories-on-the-go--7033804/support.