December 13th: Over The River - 100 words - And through the woods... where are we going again?
Warnings: N/A
Fandom: The Sentinel
Disclaimer: I don't own The Sentinel.
Storm Brewing
The snow crunched loudly in his ears with each step. The black jaguar's paw slipping on the frozen dirt. Jim had to get out of here. Usually he loved being on the spirit plane, in the jungle, but as the sky darkened he knew he had to leave.
He picked up the pace, a thought nagging at the back of his mind. If he was here in animal form, where was Blair? Where was the grey wolf that he had known instantly with the bright blue eyes?
"Jim!" The jaguar's head swung towards the terrified voice.
"Blair! Where are you?!"
