Another glorious morning. It makes me sick!

The sun had just peeked above the horizon as Ashiel dragged himself to shore. In the distance strange shapes loomed on the horizon, the unnatural dwellings of humans long since broken, left to decay like unholy skeletons upon the earth. The sky was full of clouds that were rimmed in deep red from the morning sun. Ashiel didn't know what he was doing here, well he knew but it sounded stupid. A loner had mentioned a bird matching Griff's description on the island and Ashiel just couldn't pass up the opportunity to investigate. Though what his companion would be doing on a deserted island he had no clue.

Taking a deep breath he shook the chilly water from his pelt and marched into the ruins. When he felt he had arrived at a good spot Ashiel tipped back his head and howled. The sound was strange, it bent and echoed against the strange buildings as it vibrated up into the air. He just hoped Griff really was here.