Owen paced back and forth, knowing that when he bonded with Zach he thought why not open a place for all supernaturals whose got no group or no place to go who do not already have a home. This is opened to even infected humans becoming a vampire or lycan too. This is simply a facility for the younger and new until someone come along to speak with the staff. Staff and the young even for humans who seeks assistance and protection. Owen wanted to do this so he was going thinking of the first person who he went out to see who he can reach about this kind of thing. He does not care, he wants to do this and he will.
Many shapeshifters for instance is lost out there with not a single leader to lead and take care of them to vampires whose without any master. He got the name of some head groups including a woman going by the name of Jenna. Jenna? Where has the young leopard heard that name before? Aha! Yes, he was introduced by his old friend, Nathaniel. He decided to go ahead and send her a message through the postal service explaining a plan for the future of the supernatural community even humans will need some form of guardianship.
He took a pen and paper then wrote a letter to the tigress where she can be reached, he then folded it neatly then sealed it in an envelope with her name, address, then drove his car to the postal office where he handed the note to a receptionist, a young, attractive woman looking to be in her middle twenties or early thirties, short blond curly locks and said she will make sure it was sent to the proper address. "Thankyou so much miss. Have a nice day. "Classy he was for his feline friend below had it a title for it's debut of flirtatiousness and it's classical nature hence Owen held all the form of being suave yet with a sense of style to his clothes, his neatly combed hair, and darkened hazel orbs made the attractive young cub look as innocent but what lacked of strength made up for his brain. His claws are too small, but his logic skills are even more delicate. Owen's car waited, he set there for ten minutes then headed to stop at a local diner in the French Quarter with fresh coffee mixed with cream. The waiter walked away, his phone on the table expecting some calls.
