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 [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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?
 [bad word] 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."