Flameclaw was limping slightly as he made his way through the cold night, he was larger then most wolves he had met. Usually towering over them like the trees did to them all, he was always seem as a thret to most pack. A large lone wolf who looks like he is about to kil you who just shows up, most packs chase him out. Or let's him stay till the alpha starts to feel like he may fight him, but he has come to learn that it was his place in the world to be the wolf to keep moving forward. He was still somewhat young, in his prime really. So moving wasn't so hard, or it wasn't till he fell down that hill. His front paw hurt to walk on, so limping was all he could do. It made for very slow going, and didn't help when the cold of night came. His pelt was thick yes, but still the cold air seemed to cut through it like his teeth through a deers throat.<br/><br/>Flameclaw was just about to give up and lay on the ground to begin the slow and painful death that seem that was coming for him, then he heard a wolf talking to him self. "Oh thank fuck.." He limp his way closer to where this wolf was, he came out of the bushes to see a wolf, lost in his thoughts. So the large black devil of wolf. Or so he has been called, stayed back and said. "Oi, you alright there?" He asked, still keeping his weight off is his right front paw.