The footsteps of a three ton rancor matriarch shake the jungle floor, sending leaves raining down upon you, a human on their back up against a rock. The rancor picks up your scent, snorting curiously as her hefty 15ft bulk shudders with each step of her broad paws, towards you. From her bipedal stance, she drops to all fours, huffing rancid breath at you with her great, jagged, toothy maw inches from your body. Her beady eyes soften as she raises a massive, 3-digit hand to her chest. "Me Akh."