In the dream, you're waiting atop a hill, the moon a pale crescent overhead. You're overlooking the destroyed village on the river confluence that you passed on your journey through the Varrel Hills. Zhan-Ukhel's army is making camp in the remnants of the village, tents pitched, fires laid, and canvases strung up between the jutting timbers. If the Black Wolves are here already, they must be moving quickly.
Beside you are two warriors of the Tribe of the Black Wolf. One crouches, looking over the encampment, while the other is busy stringing her bow. Inspecting yourself, you seem once again to be occupying the body of another—a woman this time.
The first of your companions turns to you. "Varina," he says. "The next watch is overdue. Go and find out what's happened to them."
Your female companion continues stringing her bow. Clearly Varina must be you.