Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

srry for the holdup D:

"she is delirious," lasher muttered -- eigma, as he knew her, reeled with the shock of an injury he did not yet comprehend. their fellow gave voice to a beacon, one that would hopefully summon help. rifling through the small stores of plantlore he had accumulated during his mateship to blue willow, lasher surfaced with a name. "mint. a small plant, broad, soft leaves and aromatic. will you try to find some?" he asked of the other wolfess.

toward their injured comrade did he pace -- muzzle dipped and he would touch her shoulder if she allowed it. "calm," he whispered into the frenzied ear.