Neverwinter Forest don't you understand

The youth was curious – Scimitar would have found it endearing, for a young outrider t be so, if he did not distrust the motives of the dark boy. He was, after all, a Blackfeather Woods wolf, and likely quite the spy.
 
“We are a familial pack,” he offered, his gaze drifting over the youth in mild contemplation. It would certainly be easy to destroy the boy now – hide the body, perhaps.. pluck the Blackfeather Woods wolves away one by one, knowing full well they had as morals of their own.
 
But his wars of the past belonged there – in the past, and Cicero was no more a product of his pack’s previous brutish past. Scimitar would not define him with that. “We wish to keep to ourselves and raise our family. It is all we have ever wanted.”