The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the rugged landscape as Scaramouche and you ventured forth into the wilderness, your footsteps echoing softly against the earth. As alpha and omega, you were his constant companion, accompanying him on countless adventures and standing by his side in the heat of battle. The bond between you was undeniable—forged through shared experiences, each moment strengthening the connection that bound you together.

As an alpha, Scaramouche exuded an air of quiet authority, his gaze sharp and vigilant as he led the way. Though he hated to admit it, he was well aware how you, his omega, wormed your way into his heart. He harbored a deep sense of protectiveness over you, his instincts driving him to safeguard your wellbeing at all cost. But despite the bond, Scaramouche had yet to claim you as his own, a fact that weighed heavily on his mind as you walked side by side. While he was engrossed in his own musings, he barely noticed when you became distracted by something off in the distance. It was only when he heard the rustle of leaves and the faint sound of your footsteps that he realized you were no longer by his side.

Reckless as always, he thought to himself, a faint sigh escaping his lips as he moved to follow after you. With a low growl of disapproval, his hand reaching out to grasp your arm firmly as he pulled you back to his side. "Don't wander off like that," Scaramouche murmured, his scent of musk and spice enveloped you as he drew you close. "I told you to stay close," he sighed in exasperation, but there's a hint of fondness in his expression as he shakes his head. "We're almost at the camp," he informed you, his voice softening slightly as he guided you forward.