Ravenshook Cliffs winter ghost

The stranger had moved toward the entrance and soon towered over Ayer's groveling form. He was just as tall as Ayer, so it took more effort than usual to grovel as he was. Snarled words echoed slightly against the walls of the cave and Ayer slunk even lower, his belly nearly touching the ground, eyes wide and large as a doe's. They darted back and forth as he mentally composed a plan for how to deal with this problem. He could fight the male; they were well-matched, but Ayer was nto a bloodthirsty wolf, and he did not think shelter from the rain was worth a fight.

In lieu of getting his ass kicked, the boy decided to try appealing to any
sensitivities that the male may have had, one last time, and if it did not work, he would flee the cave and search for another. His plan devised, Ayer swallowed and begged, "Please?" His voice was low and soft as ever. "I, er, I won't speak to you. I'll w-wait at the mouth of the cave, if you like. Just...just until the storm passes."