Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

Each step hurt, as if her limbs were match sticks and to walk meant to ignite them; but she was firmly placed between two wolves, and they  led her safely away from her resting place. Eigma's head was low, as if it took great effort to stay vigilant - and it did, somewhat. She occasionally lifted her head and watched the strangers who aided her with sidelong glances, but this too became a difficult task. She would simply have to trust that they were here to help. Thoughts of her sister gradually slipped away as Eigma came back to the present, and it came as a surprise when she watched the darker of the wolves, as she suddenly recognized him. "Eggs." The name that the stranger woman had called Lasher - this was him. Far from the seaside nests though. How strange.