[Starflight hesitated a moment, because a talking scavenger with a magic knife was unusual even for a dream, but he obligingly moved behind her and higher up so his wing beats had less of an impact on the dunes below.

Another of the grasping tentacles lashed out towards then. Following the scavenger's lead, Starflight took a deep breath before breathing out a stream of fire. He was pretty far away, he was not flying any closer to that thing than he had to, so it was not particularly effective but enough of the flames reached it to cause the creature to hiss and draw back.

Starflight looked down at his new companion.]

We really, really need to get out of here!