This definitely isn't her dream; Daine's figured out that much. It's all a weird mish-mash of stuffy halls that make her think of libraries or museums, and some colder, more open space that's all over metal. It doesn't seem to matter what sort of exit she goes through, she always ends up in one or the other. What a bother.

Neither environment is any place for a wolf, but since she doesn't know whose dream this is or what she might find, she'd prefer to have better senses to work with than just her human ones. It turns out to be a good choice: she soon hears footsteps from a nearby hallway. The dreamer? The footsteps halt - perhaps they've heard her - so she keeps her pace steady instead of speeding up to make sure she doesn't lose them.

And it's a startled-looking two-legger. Daine flicks her ears back self-consciously, thinking that maybe she shouldn't have held onto her wolf shape for this part, but it's too late, now. Hullo, she says, belatedly flicking her ears forward and wagging her tail. Is this your dream?