Neverwinter Forest and he's stolen the strands of sunlight

He was given an enthusiastic and equally rambunctious greeting – he expected no less from the curious and rowdy boys, and as Rannoch’s silver face poked out of the den, Scimitar’s own broke in to a grin. He shifted his weight, turning his large form toward the boy as he toddled up alongside his father, and bending down, the Alpha cast a playful nip to his son’s ear before nudging him.
 
It was then the gentle sound of pawfalls turned one ear back, and blinking, Scimitar cast his eyes upon a nervous Astra. The ebony she-wolf had been within their ranks close from the beginning of the pack’s founding, and had proven to be one of their more loyal members, alongside @Mazi and @Goldhawk. “Astra,” he greeting with a rumble, nosing Rannoch before standing up now. His gaze fell to the prey, and he smiled, dipping his muzzle in gratitude. “Thank you.”
 
He paused then as Cypress exploded from the den with just as much energy as his brother had only moments before. There was a streak of black, and then the boy tripped – and swiftly, the cinnamon wolf would sweep forward, his muzzle smoothing over the boy to ensure he was fine, despite the harmless fall.
 
“This is Cypress,” he noted, casting his eyes back to their visitor, noting the boys sudden fascination with her. “And that rascal is Rannoch.”