SAFRIN
Impassively she watches this struggle. She can feel his oxygen-deprived brain flailing against the inevitable. Will he break free in time, or will he drown in an ocean comprised of his own inability to save himself? He is nothing to her, not yet anyways. If he makes his way out, then he will be reborn into her fold. And if not? Just another broken soul, tarnished by magic that was beyond saving.
As he tumbles out paws first, maw gaping in surprise, the goddess grins down at him. Kneeling so that she might be closer to his level, she tilts her head with amusement as he merely whines instead of speaks.
"Well done, sugar." She coos, hands stretching towards the strong jaws to softly stroke his wet fur. As she does starlight falls around them, drying and invigorating him to give him a true sense of the body his mind now commands. "Tell me then. How do you feel?" She asks. Waving her hand the air before them ripples with light, yielding and bending until it is a mirror through which Peter might see what it is he has become.
