"One in four, is an acceptable number."  She laughed at the offer of dipping into the food stores, being quite sure that wasn't going to be a good idea, she had her own ideas and plans, and while they could and would run together with the prophetess.. it was better to remain somewhat independent.  "I think, I'd prefer to hunt, to hunt though the desert sands, find my prey and consume them.. but I thank you for the offer."  Considering a few other options, she closed her eyes a moment, and suddenly her anima rose around her in a blaze of green fire, as she committed a few more motes, to manifest the wings that suddenly grew from her back.  "I shall fly."  She took to the air, to head out into the desert, and eventually to hunt down and eat her prey, even if it was miles away before she could find anything.<br/><br/>(12 motes perpheral, committed for the time being, to keep the wings, along with 2 for the motes committed to fire adaptation)