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[color=Gold][b]Location;[/b][/color] Washington Square.
[color=Gold][b]Interacting With;[/b][/color] William{[@Polaris North]}[/center][hr]

Founder's Day.

It was that time of the year again. An event, that Devin never really celebrated or took into mind. Until he had moved to Salem. Ever since his move 5 years ago; he had taken a part in it. Apart from the first year, when he was still new and trying to adjust to everything. That was the only time, he did not really bother. His grieve and loss of Amara, had been too strong. It was too early for him, back then. The idea of fun, mixing with people...didn't really appeal to him. The grief and loss, hadn't left him yet. Devin wondered, how long it'd take him to recover...if it all.

It wasn't easy for him to forget. And move on. It was her loss, that made him sink back into his own shell. It took a lot of prying, trying, questions and time...for him to open up to anyone.

Even now; he still sometimes prefer his own solitude. Especially over large crowds. But he knew, that his pack were still trying to get him out of his shell...so to speak. Even if he was reluctant at times. Joining in never hurt. Running a hand through his messy, brown hair. He ruffled it slightly. Devin, wondered how this year Founders Day would differ. Each year, it seemed a little different, when it came to entertainment and such.

As he got closer to the Square. He felt odd. A strange feeling seemed to brush over him. Looking over his shoulder a few times. Devin couldn't spot someone following him, or watching him. He didn't know why...it felt like a reflex. He usually had an odd feeling, if he was being followed. But this time...this source of uneasiness was different. And he had no idea why. Devin tried to brush it off. What good would it do? It might just attract unwanted attention.

When he arrived at the Square. The feeling seemed to be a bit more intense here...like the essence still lingered her strongly. His nose seemed to burn, from a lot of senses. He could smell a Vampire, from not so far away. His nose twitched slightly. But he ignored from which direction it came from. When the young she-wolf Katalina walked near by...or rather hurrying off annoyed. Devin rose an eyebrow; wondering what annoyed her today.

She often was quite moody. Devin didn't really know her, as much. Glancing around...he spotted William. The young Wolf and his student. Devin had been trying to teach him, how to block out loud noises and concentrate on a few selected, sounds that he wanted to hear. To train his abilities and help him focus more. Walking over, Devin nodded towards William's collage, but leaned over to William. [Color=Gold]"Can I have a quick word?"[/Color] he asked. [Color=Gold]"It'll only be a moment."[/Color] He told Volber.

When the two Male Werewolves, had a little bit of space. A few paces away from the cart, in a slightly more quieter area. Devin looked at the young wolf. [Color=Gold]"Did you feel...anything odd?"[/Color] he asked him; wondering if it had just been him. Or if someone else felt it too. He wasn't going to go around asking every citizen. That'd be odd. He needed to talk to someone he knew...William was one of those people. His french accent, rather thick as he spoke.