Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

STUMBLES IN i am also buzzed so srry if this doesnt make sense

traveling such a vast distance from donnelaith had been a poor choice, but lasher had been buoyed by the founding of their new abode, and thus had charged blue willow and dante with his departure, while he himself followed a herd of elk inland. if he was able to return with sustenance, their caches would hold until some manner of sea-flesh could pad the empty larders.

the air was cold, and winter's tongue lashed against the muscles of his once-injured flank, which had begun to stiffen. but the druid pressed on, following forth the left-behind spoor of the elkherd, and with it traveled the promise of their success in the new land.

a scream breached the air -- he was not certain of how long he had traveled, nor the placement of the sun in the sky. lasher had become the wandering, houseless spirit of his past realms, and he fell away to pursue the piercing sound with an avid wonderment.

the strong form of a lone wolf came into view -- the druid's hackles rose instinctively -- but the scent was familiar. however, it did not emanate from the first wolf -- his murkwater eyes fell upon his counterpart. "where?" he whispered helplessly, though he fell silent to listen.