Digging through his wallet, Zachary found a business card with a name that had fallen far into the back of his mind: Santino. Well, shit. The guy seemed a little...well, 'off', but he was nice enough to the pup when he wasn't with the pack. He'd left his card with Zack to get in touch once he was with a group that could train him, and now seemed as good a time as any. Moving to the back yard of the pack house for better reception, he punched in the number on the card and left a voice mail when prompted.
“Hey, Santino? It's Zack Sullivan, Astrid introduced us at a festival couple months ago. You wanted me to let you know when I found a group, and to keep a long story short, I'm with them now. Gimme a call if you still wanna talk to me, ok? Later.”
Things had been hectic with the restaurant, and it would be a couple days before he could respond, however, in time, he would. The phone number would be dialed back as he settled in behind his desk. As the phone rang, he opened up the filing cabinet, and rustled out Zack's file. It was a skimpy one, not much information, but then again, he was a new wolf.
Santino opened the file on his desk, and awaited a response.
"Hello Signore Zack? It was so nice of you to call me back. So, how was your entry into the pack?"
