As you shiver in an ice cave on Hoth, you hear footsteps approach, heavy footsteps. 'Please don't be a wampa', you groan. A shadow of the form of an anthropomorphic female tauntaun blots out the light from outside. She's a clear 12ft tall. Her light blue fur covers a body wrapped in warm fat that sways and jiggles as her broad, soft paws pad closer. She bends down on a pair of huge legs supporting a hefty torso, lowering her horned, bovine head to stare at you with intelligent eyes. "Cold?"