Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

the two seemed to look to lasher for guidance -- silver-flecked guard hairs rose instinctively as an unknown male revealed himself to the trio. commonly a circumlocutive, affable beast, taltos showed teeth in a growl of warning "that is not known," he corrected in regards to the muscular wolf's diagnosis of eigma, "and now is not the time to bandy words."

his attention returned to the injured among them -- she was hazy 'round the eyes, and peripheral swelling seemed to have appeared along the barrel of her ribcage. "internal injuries," he muttered to the first she-wolf. "i am loathe to move her but i do not see how she will fare on these slopes."