Neverwinter Forest can't take my history

luhtar arrives, broad frame cutting through the trees like a bear come down from mountain heights.
he answers the howl with low chuff, steps heavy thuds across thawing spring ground. his breath ghosts in the cold, yellow eyes sharp beneath a heavy brow.
he says nothing, but his presence is loud—thick muscle, brown coat marbled in lighter tones like thawed earth. he moves to stand a few paces from sólhárr.
he was there for the first meeting in neverwinter, and he would be there for the last.