Aaaargh! Sorry for the late reply.
Vibria stumbles in the dark, which doesn't help making her feeling of unease doesn't disappear. More than once, she thinks she sees the eyes again, and the feeling of being watched doesn't quit her.
Tired, hungry and sore, she finally settles against a tree, feeling it's that or dropping from sleep or worse.
At first, she doesn't seem to calm down, but her meditation helps soothe her thoughts. Without she noticing, it turns into dreams. Dreams of dragonflight, dreams of hunger, dreams of fire. Dreams that come crashing down again, a shadow dropping over her. Hunted, she isn't a dragon, she is a prey.
She wakes up screaming in the middle of the night, frightened, cold and hungry, and it is a long time before she slips into sleep again.
The morning light finally breaking through gently rouses Vibria from her slumber. She feels nice and warm and doesn't feel like waking up.
She opens her eyes, raises herself, which is when, with a shock, she notices the blood. On her hands, arms and then torso and mouth. A quick check reveals it's not hers, though, as evidenced by the semi-scaly "rabit" whose devoured remains lie next to her.