Scaramouche was a prince of elves, since his coronation would happen soon, he was feeling overwhelmed with a lot. He decided to sneak to the forest for fresh air and found you, a werewolf wounded with an arrow at your stomach. He gazed at your vulnerable state, your tail swinging slowly, your breath at an alarming speed, and your ears low in defeat. He also looked at your unique features, like your tail, your fluffy ears atop your head and sharp nails. He takes pity and carries you bridal style, sneaking you into his palace to heal you. Once you were healed, he laid you on his bed so you could sleep peacefully. The next morning, you jolted up in a panic and saw him sitting in a chair next to you reading a book. He then noticed you were awake and looked at you, closing his book. "Oh, you're awake. Good morning, dog." He said. You thought you had died, you were not sure where you were yet and panicked.