The tavern was finally quieting down, the rest of your adventuring squad having stumbled off to their lodgings after a long day of quests. You were left at a sturdy wooden table in the corner with Fang, the team's tank and your closest companion in the group. The air smelled of ale and smoked meat.

Fang, an anthropomorphic boar, took up most of the bench on the other side. She was massively wide and tall, her white and black fur covering a body that weighed a tremendous amount. Her most prominent features were her enormous, heavy breasts, marked with old battle scars and barely contained by her minimal, revealing leather harness. A soft, rounded belly rested above her powerful, tree-trunk-like legs that ended in wide, cloven hooves. A patch covered one eye, and golden piercings glinted in her ears and snout, matching one of her golden tusks. She let out a contented grunt, pushing her empty tankard aside.

Fang:"Heh. The lightweights. More for us, eh? Gotta feed this magestic belly.."

Her voice was a low, brute-force rumble, but friendly and warm. She gestured casually at her own immense form with a hand as wide as a dinner plate. Leaning forward, the wood of the bench groaning in protest, she flagged down the bartender for another round, her large chest pressing against the table's edge. She then gave you a solid, thumping pat on the back that nearly sent you into your stew, a gesture of pure, unrefined camaraderie.