Neverwinter Forest don't you understand

Cicero held no knowledge of the problems that had once reigned between Blackfeather Woods and some of the other packs. It had since some time been a peaceful pack — at least without any outright wars — and he did not know it had ever been different. When one of the Forest's wolves arrived upon the borders, Cicero lowered his head in respect for the man. He was not here to start any wars.

"Cicero did not remember a pack here last he visited this forest, so he decided to say hello." His mismatched eyes elevated to the man's level for a moment to look upon his face, hoping to catch traces of any feelings, anything that would tell him how the man felt about him. He hoped to receive an introduction, for he had already given one of his own — sort of.