Ravenshook Cliffs winter ghost

Anyone is welcome now. I'd love to have someone hop in so that it doesn't just die. 

He was prone to the sharp incline of cliffs. The jagged, jutting rocks that erupted from the looming structure with no regard to land or sky. Kierkegaard found the terrain challenging enough to hold his interest and quiet enough that he rarely found himself in the company of others. His long legs carried him upwards along the edges of the cliffs. Fiery eyes followed the sharp drops and rises that were presented before him, and with a graceful leap, the ashen figure cleared a large gap where the side of the cliff had tumbled away. It was dangerous in spite of how enticing it was. Above him, birds cried out and spread their wings before catching the wind that whipped about overhead. Kierkegaard’s fur was tossed along his back and spine and he gritted his teeth tightly, securing his feet to the stone beneath him.
 
When the gust had subsided, the ghostly figure lowered his ragged skull towards the ground and prowled forward, picking up his pace for a moment before he found a small opening in the Cliffside. Drawing his lengthy ears forward adopt his skull, the boy’s amber gaze darted into the darkness of the cave. He did not know how deeply it jutted into the side of the cliff. Another gust of wind that threatened to knock him from his perch became the quick decider to enter the cave.
 
Casting a wary glance around him, the pale man allowed for his eyes to adjust before moving forward inside the secret cavern. There was a steady drip from the back of the cave suggesting that water was able to find its way inside. Sniffing quietly, Kierkegaard could feel his fur prickle along his spine. Once more, the wind from outside struck the opening to the cave and sent a howling through the empty bowels of the place. The Sairensu male gritted his teeth together and flattened his ears to his skull. Then, a low rumble sounded from the entrance to the cave. A storm was coming.