The Sentinels Bluesy Backround

The moment Kurai saw the male, he bowed, as it was customary in his pack. He let his plume fall to the ground and his thoughts dropped as well. Jaw still pressed into the ground, he spoke. "Sir, pleasure to meet you. I have come to join your pack, as I believe I could be useful. I have skill in herbal training and combat. It would be an honor if you accept me. Oh, my name is Kurai, as well." He spoke softly but not in a wounded way. His deep, rich voice was a compliment to his elegant body. The yearling was praying inside that he would be accepted, as his skills had been abandoned for to long. He kept his jaw pressed to the ground, plume and legs both low to the ground.