Neverwinter Forest can't take my history

the call found him deep among the lowlands, where frost clung still in shaded hollows and the trees grew too thick for sunlight to pass cleanly through.
a broad-chested saunter, heavy-limbed, with his ears pricked and tail high behind him. though the shoulder still ached from the cougar’s strike, and the gouges bore the healer’s salves, he did not limp.
he arrived with fur brushed and jaws clean.
his brown eyes found sólhárr first. then cicero—whose silver eyes flicked up in search. raedwulf finds a smirk gracing his jaws as he goes to stand beside the healer man, but does not make any further eye contact. he is just there.