Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

i know she hit her head; i'm assuming cuts/scrapes/bruises from the fall?

the woman departed with a nod; eigma calmed beneath his touch. he remained alongside her until their fellow had returned, and gave the other wolfess a grateful look. "these are exactly what i wished. thank you." lifting one stem of broad leaves, taltos pushed it across the ground to the injured wolfess. "chew upon these, please," he asked.

when she had presumably complied, and lasher knew the fresh taste of the mintplant would distract her, freshen her jaws, clear the muzziness from her crown, he began to search across her body slowly with questing muzzle, documenting any injuries he would see.

his nares flared at the scent of yet another wolf; lasher lifted his head and searched 'round for the unseen watcher, but soon returned his attentions to the injured she-creature.