Dewshine: "Why, Scouter, why can’t I love where I will? Strive though I may, I am bound to him still." Tyldak: "Caught in this spell, there is naught I can do. Little wolf-savage, why must it be you?" Scouter: "Dewshine, my love, that I’ve loved for so long, How can the Bloodbond have chosen so wrong?"
Dewshine: "Tyldak, how altered you seem now to me. Is it your former shape that I can see?" Tyldak: "Little wolf-creature, how can it be true? Fly where I will, I am drawn back to you." Scouter: "What are they seeing in each other’s eyes? Why is he stricken so? Why does she cry?"
Dewshine: "I don’t love or want you, I want to be free." Tyldak: "How could I love one so alien to me?" Scouter: "I’d give my soul to trade places with you." Dewshine: "Can’t anyone tell me? What can I do?" Tyldak: ‘Both of us helpless to alter our fate!" Scouter: "Why is she bound where by right we should hate?"
Dewshine: "I cannot love you. I won’t even try. But I’ll fight no longer what I can’t deny." Tyldak: "Then, little wolfling, come finish with me. The bond will be broken and let us fly free." Scouter: "Go an be done, yet my love will abide. As long as I live, love, I’ll stay at your side."
All: "Why are we bound where the heart will not go? How could our fate have imprisoned us so? Cruel Recognition that falls on us still, Breaking as nothing our love and our will. Yield to the night and go free with the dawn; Love will endure when this passion is gone."