"I can't make any promises." Because she can't. Usually she'd have something set up beforehand if she knew she was going to be purifying or breaking a curse. Even just a little bit of a hint would have given her some time to prepare something.

But she doesn't have that luxury, and so she's just going to have to wing it. If nothing else, there's no fear in her stance as she stabs the tip of her sword into the ground. If water was what it took, then maybe that scale's magic could do something? Sure it was ice, but water and ice were the same thing in the end. Shura clasps her hands in front of her, and she begins to murmur, lowly chanting and repeating an old sutra she learned years ago. The air temperature begins to drop. It isn't a drastic change, but it is noticeable. It's all about focus now, maintaining the spell and focusing its energy and effects on the wolf. Tiny crystals of ice are starting to form on the beast's fur, though they may quickly.