Noah Olson We all want something to hold in the night We don't care if it hurts or we're holding too tight
This place was too curious for Noah not to investigate. He moved through the forest as stealthily as he could, with his bow ready and arrow nocked. He was sure this jungle was just as dangerous as the rest of the wilds, but without his ability to call on the senses of his shift, he needed to be extra careful.
Despite how he moved, and how careful he was, the Sentinel still managed to be hunted.
He didn't hear it at all, wasn't able to pick up on the scent. The only thing that made him turn around was the attuned pull in his mind. A simple call, a greeting. Lifting his head, Noah turned to locate the approaching attuned, but was instead met with a jaguar. A jaguar pouncing right on him. Instinctively, Noah let out a scream as the big cat landed on him and sent him crashing to the forest floor. Jaws snapped near his head and Noah kept his bow between him and his assailant. He didn't have time to shift, and a fight in this humidity and heat in his polar bear skin would go poorly. |
