"My kind evolved from hunters, predators." Hu said, unconsciously rubbing his fangs, which were little more then vestigel ((sp?)) structures. "We honor the planet, the forests. We have, as you pretty much have seen, a variety of herbs and powders for offensive, defensive, and restorative properties. Smilodites, on average, live only eight to ten years. . . . But that is in our terms. I do not know what terms it was on this planet, whatever it is called."
Hu wondered if he should tell them about the dangers of the Devolution Draught he had with him, but one vial of. He decided against it . . . he hoped to never use it, as he was sure of the long-term effects. He had been made a Master Mage even though he felt that he knew so little.
"Smilodites make our homes in caves, such as this, though we usually adapt a door to it. And our sky is the purest white imaginable. Also, female Smilodites have fur more yellow in color than we males. Our marriage ceremo-- er, never mind."