Neverwinter Forest don't you understand

With a nod and a smile Cicero turned around and departed from Neverwinter Forest's borders. He did not think his encounter a big deal, unaware of the information that could be gathered from such a small encounter. He did think of his pack as one that stuck to themselves; he did not know it had been different in the past, although his travels so far had taught him a thing or two about his pack's blood-splattered past through Caiaphas.

While he set on the road once more to look for the fabled Plateau pack, Cicero thought about these things and he wondered if things had been so different before; and why. Perhaps because there had not been cause. Perhaps it would change soon... Or perhaps there would never be cause and Blackfeather Woods would remain the familial pack that stuck to themselves that Cicero knew his pack as.