Two Rivers Isle ricochet

The Isle was a ghost town.

Despite the summer greenery, as Matteo padded solemnly through the territory it seemed all but devoid of life. Even the bird noise which he had once listened fondly too had become muted and reserved. Tasting the air, he scented only the occasional rabbit and the stale stench of the gang. 

Reaching the den site, he settled stiffly on his haunches. Was he ready to do this? The urge to flee, to get as far away from this place as possible, whispered in his ear like a devil on his shoulder. But he couldn't. Despite everything, his heart ached deeply with love for her.

The raven boy tipped his muzzle to the sky and called for @Iseul.