Days and days have passed since Vibria went out of the cave.
She seems to be getting a little better at the wild life, hunting and scrounging, although this is tough. Due to the Stream she found, she doesn't suffer from thirst, but she's lost weight, become a little more scrawny. The necessities of survival are still imperious, but she's getting to know the place. The feeling of nakedness hasn't disappeared also, if any becoming stronger. Sometimes, it almost feels like someone is watching her, but she sees nothing save animals. Some normal ones, some mutated in one way or the other, more draconic-looking than usual beasts.
She still dreams, although most of the time, these escape her. Sometimes, she wakes up in the middle of the night, without knowing why, her senses alert, her heart beating for a long time, before being able to find sleep again.
Sometimes, she gets this feeling from her meditations too. There were a few moments when these felt almost as if there was this huge thing she was supposed to see, but couldn't.
The full moon rises, and Vibria dreams.
And this time, the dream is clear, clearer than it's ever been.
But what does she dream?
Is she a mighty wyrm, her thick skin impenetrable by steel or fire, burrowing through the hardest stone? Is she a drake, fierce in battle, stronger than any beast of any land? Is she rather a wyvern, her swift body flying through the skies? Or is she a serpent, graceful yet bigger than any ship, undisputed over or under the seas?
What sets her apart from similar dragons? Is she stronger, sturdier, faster? Are her senses more acute, is her aim more precise? Maybe she's so much better on some aspect that she's weaker on another. Which ones?
Does she have a secret trick? Does she has the hydra's blood, poisonous through and through? Does the has the sharpest ear, can she see in the dark?
Whatever it is, the dream is vivid, powerful, joyful and invigorating. Maybe it is different from what she thought she wanted, maybe it isn't, but, in that moment, Vibria realizes it: This is what she is, this is what she wants to be.
Yet, as Vibria revels in her new form, a shadow falls over her, overpowering her, making her feel small and vulnerable. There is something bigger than her, stronger than her, hunting her.
She awakes (specifics up to you) in the middle of the night. She isn't alone, she just knows it. Something is there, watching her.