Sequoia Coast what if i'm made of stone?

Yolos. She called him, his name and yet formed oddly around her accented tongue. It was Greek, after all and she was far from it. He only smiled to the manner in which she said it and watched as another wolf came into view, likely the one which had been called. From the distance he could see the carmel and chocolate wolf walked with an odd gate and then realized rather quickly he was missing a leg - or at least the lower half of it, flank still in tow. His upper half was well muscled and thick, liking for compensating by pulling his back half forth. 

It was odd even more to think he was a part of Junshi. Though if he was living on an island he needed to swim too and could keep his footing on the ever changing sands, surely he had some hidden skill to be revealed. That and he barely looked like he was even a year old yet. 

He said nothing when he asked who he was, allowing the sea woman to answer freely seeing as the pup did not bother to speak to him directly. A spar hu? It seemed almost unfair. Of course, being a child, Orochi still had room to grow and with only three legs to balance  him... it was easy to see where his weaknesess lie. Still, Aiolos would not take advantage. Already he began working himself into defensive position... Long legs spread out and bent down for balance, head aligned with his spine and inched back to protect his neck, ears down, eyes narrowed, the whole nine yards...Bring it then, kid.