Sawtooth Spire transformation incomplete

"it is a fair day's walk from here," lasher rejoined with a shake of his muzzle. the injured she-wolf was slipping into oblivion -- he licked her roughly about the eyes and mouth to rouse her, for he knew not the extent of her head-wound, the invisible sort. "cobwebs to bind her fleshwounds," he muttered, "if they can be found. she must be kept still, and hydrated. leaves for water," the man added, noticing belatedly that the aged man had gone off to hunt. "and she cannot be abandoned."