Neverwinter Forest don't you understand

The Blackfeather Woods wolf was respectful in stance – something that only spurred Scimitar’s suspicions further, though he made no move as such. The youthful wolf was quick to introduce himself – and with a nod of his muzzle, Scimitar chose to play along for now.. testing to see where the conversation would take them.
 
“We’ve newly claimed,” he offered, pausing, curious if offering his name was something that was wise in this scenario. He could not recall a time when they would have had his actual name.. their interactions with one another had been bloodshed alone, and he had not even known Meldresi’s name until the day he had reminded her that her pack’s actions had consequences.
 
“I’m Scimitar.” His own form shifted as he introduced himself – a part of him feeling a restlessness. He did not hide form anyone – if the Blackfeather Woods pack chose to pick up where they had left off, he would not shy from it.
 
He had proven again and again he was puppet to no one.