Ravenshook Cliffs winter ghost

No! Your post was fine. Mine's not the best though... :( still feel rusty haha.

 

The chuff from the other wolf sounded in his ears and the ashen ghost immediately felt his pelt bristle and his hackles rise along his back. Ears flattened to his head. It was too dark towards the back of the cave. His amber gaze sought out the body of a wolf but he could not make shape of one in the darkness. Instinct was to protect himself. With his ragged rangy pelt standing high along his back and spine, the pale wolf blinked once or twice before drawing his dark lips over his teeth and growling softly. He must have looked a sight. Ash and charcoal colored fur standing upright in the light shining from the entrance to the cavern. His wicked gold eyes sparking madness as he snapped his teeth together defensively. If there was another in here, he would not take kindly to surprises.
 
Drawing himself closer to the ground, Kierkegaard pushed himself just a few feet further so that he was standing in the pitch black of the cave. His eyes were adjusting far better to the lack of light in the dank hole. He tossed his head from side to side in search of the wolf. The chuff had echoed off the walls of stone and bounced back onto the Sairensu male. Whiskers twitching, he took another step forward until he could make out a dark outline of a creature further to the back.
 
The stranger was darkly marked; coated in what could only have been deep browns or fading blacks. Kierkegaard could not tell the difference in the darkness that surrounded them both. For a moment, Kierke caught sight of a flash of teal colored eyes in the light that had slipped through the opening. He peered curiously at the wolf in the cave, fur still bristling along his back. He was no more at ease than he had been before, but he did have a location on the stranger.
 
Another rumble sounded from outside. Without warning, lightning cracked through the sky, illuminating it for a moment before the roar of thunder sounded through the cave. Rain began to patter on the stone Cliffside just outside the two wolves’ hiding.