The mother broke into sobs. Coraline stepped close, whispering words of comfort.
"Do not despair, my friend. She'll become human again," Coraline assured her. "Her celestial genes are still intact. She'll live for thousands of years. I've also placed a protection spell on her. Do not worry. She will be fine."
The mother nodded, still crying. But the reassurance did little to ease the ache in her heart.
She crouched beside the sleeping wolf and gently caressed her face. The pup stirred faintly, pressing her tiny nose against her mother's palm. The woman's breath caught. She lingered there for another moment, memorizing the warmth of her daughter's fur.
Then she lifted her hand and created a small cradle made of ice. The cradle formed beneath her hands, with curved sides that would keep her safe. The mother carefully settled her daughter inside.
