Ariel: (from inside house) Baxter! For pity's sake, dog! Do you think you're some kind of fuzzy ROOSTER? What is it? Oh hang on, rotten dog, I'm comin.
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(Spot makes quiet foxy woofing noise)
Lenore: Spot! What is it sweetie? Are you okay?
(Spot continues quietly woofing)
Lenore: (yawn) It isn't even daylight yet, Spot. Hang on, I'll get the light.
Lenore: (gasp) Hawk!
Marius: Shhhh, I'm sorry I startled you...
Lenore: (whispering) It's okay. Are you all right? Why are you in my room? Not that it isn't nice to see you or anything, but still ...
Marius: I came to tell you "goodbye", Wren. I have to go.
Lenore: It's the something bad, isn't it? I told you I thought something bad was happening. What was it?
Marius: It doesn't matter, Wren...
Lenore: It matters to ME. Please tell me what happened, what's making you leave. Please? I won't tell. I promise!
Marius: I did a favor for someone I shouldn't have done a favor for, and I think I did it wrong. And I hurt someone doing it. The person I did the favor for, I think is just going to keep asking me for favors, Wren, forever. And I don't want to do any more favors for her. She's going to be very, VERY angry, and she could hurt everyone here if I stay. I don't know what she'll do, and I don't want everyone to be in danger because of me... 
Lenore: (nodding slightly) It's the little yellow worm I dreamed about... and of course you don't. You're not like that. But I understand, Hawk... you sheltered in the tree for a while, and now you have to leave, so all the little songbirds will be safe again...
Marius: Um..., what?
Lenore: Will you tell me where you're going?
Marius: No... well, I honestly don't know. But I will send you a message when I'm safe. Promise. But you can't tell ANYONE, Wren. It might put you in a great deal of danger if anyone thought you knew where I was.
Lenore: Promise. I will miss you, my Hawk.
Marius: I will miss you too, Little Wren. Goodbye.
Lenore: (sigh) Well, I think we shall not see him again, Spot. And I think that makes me very, very sad.
Lenore: For a boy, you're really rather reasonable, Spot. I love you. (sigh)
Lenore: I suppose he came in with the snow, in a way it seems only fitting he should leave with it.
Lenore: Good night, Spot... again.
Marius: (sigh) Snow... oh good.