Dragoncrest Cliffs Steer clear of the sun

See? The carcass was still now, completely unresponsive to his shouted warning, as though the whale ghost heard and departed. Ray chuckled lightly to himself and began to approach with a gently swaying tail, ready to taste that sweet sweet

HOLY

FUCKING

SHIT!

There was no telling what did it, the sudden shaking of the carcass or the loud and eerie sound it made, but Stingray jumped at least four feet in the air with every individual hair on end. His fight or flight response hit him so fast and hard that Ray would later claim his entire soul left his body, along with every notion of bravery he had ever had about himself.

Yet despite fear raging through him with the force of a freight train, urging him to run away, he couldn't seem to move a single muscle in his legs, tear his white-lined and rolling eyes away from the shuddering corpse, or coax any sound from his gaping muzzle besides a keening, shrieking whine of terror.

He was going to die. He was going to die! The whale ghost was going to kill him for taunting it!

And there was nothing Ray could do about it but stare and scream while on the verge of wetting himself.