Ravenshook Cliffs winter ghost

The rain that poured upon the coast was salt on wounds left by the swarm. For Ayer, at least. Part of him was happy that the earth was receiving much needed-moisture, the other part, angry that he had to deal with this now. It was as if there were gods above whom were angry with them all, sending droves of locusts first, then this torrential downpour. The ghostly male wandered the rocky coast on quick paws, though his movements were slower than he would have preferred, the rain-slicked rocks trecherous beneath his footsteps. His pale coat was soaked and dirty-looking, far different from its usual pristine beauty, but his bloody eyes blazed as never before. He was on the lookout for shelter.

Ironically, he never would have found it, had not the blue-eyed shadow of a wolf nearly knocked him down on its way out of a cavern.

Ayer's initial reaction was a shriek and a high-pitched snarl, his face twisting into an angry grimace. But the darker male was soon gone from view and Ayer was able to quell his anger, turning his focus into the cave from which the stranger had fled. Faster than before, now that he knew shelter was close at hand, the snowy boy ran toward the crevase, stopping only when he was safe inside and giving his coat a shake. As water droplets flung from his fur his red eyes met those of fiery gold, belonging to a male whose coat was just as pale as his. It was almost as if he had run straight into his own reflection. Ayer paused mid-shake, startled, and folded his ears against his skull. He lowered his posture as well, in a show of submission and no intention of harm. This man who looked so much like him must have terrified the fleeing brown wolf, and was not one to be messed with.

S-sorry. I just wanted to get out of the rain... he spoke gently, his tongue laced with apology for any disturbance he may have caused.

I hope this  is alright with you! I thought it'd be funny since they look  so similar!