Neverwinter Forest don't you understand

There was a visitor upon their borders, and the Alpha normally would not have minded, given the wolf kept to the borders and not within his home. Yet as the breeze carried the scent to him, it stirred a dark sense of nostalgia within his heart, and his nostrils flared, quickly realizing it was a Blackfeather Woods wolf. Given the history between the packs, it was not likely he would forget them anytime soon – and likely vice versa, given the beating he had placed upon their Alpha Female.
 
Needless to say, Scimitar was none the wiser that Meldresi was now dead.
 
He came upon the wolf – a dark creature with an interested fur pattern. His gaze gleamed over the boy, and he offered a gentle nod – uncertain if the wolf yet recognized his scent from his days at Swiftcurrent Creek and Nova Peak. He did not recognize the youthful boy, but it meant nothing – instead, his form stilled after he closed the distance between the two, allowing a moment of silence to stretch between them before speaking. “What brings you to Neverwinter Forest pack borders?”