Neverwinter Forest don't you understand

It turned out, so Cicero had experienced, that either wolves were very unknowing or very unwilling to give him information. Perhaps it would be better were he to mask his scent after these trips to the packs — but for now, he was content to be Cicero of Blackfeather Woods. There was another possibility, of course, but his meeting with Caiaphas had betrayed that his pack's name struck a chord even with wolves who seemed to like him as a person and with whom he shared a connection of sorts, a click. Cicero wondered then if anything had happened between Blackfeather Woods and Blacktail Deer Plateau and if Burke's request was really one of revenge. But if it had been, then surely he would have told Cicero so, would he not have?

There was always the possibility that this Scimitar didn't know a thing, of course. Cicero merely smiled, since he did not care whether the information was given; of course he wanted to prove his worth by returning to Burke with the information, but on the other hand he respected those who played the information game, whether it was willingly or unwillingly, just as he had accepted Caiaphas' flat-out 'no' to his request for information. Yet, he felt if he wanted answers it was time to play the game differently.

Not now, though. The wolf said that he was new and had not heard of the Plateau pack. "A shame," said Cicero. "What sort of pack is Neverwinter Forest? Is there any news that Cicero could bring to Blackfeather Woods? Cicero is, amongst other things, ambassador." And if he had it his way, not all packs in the area'd be at odds with them because of their explosive newly crowned Beta female or his equally, if not more, explosive brother Damien. He loved the wolves of Blackfeather Woods, but some of them made the job of ambassador as well as spy — if he'd not have been in Blackfeather, he would've possibly already gotten the info on the plateau from Caiaphas — rather difficult.