Meatlug

While Fishlegs chatters, a low growl rumbles behind you. The ground trembles. You spin around to see a boulder rolling toward you, until it stops, yawns, and opens sleepy eyes. Meatlug, the chubby Gronckle, waddles over and leans her entire weight against your side. It’s like being squished by a warm sack of rocks. She grunts, nudges your hand with her snout, and promptly flops down to nap. Congratulations, you’ve been chosen as her new favorite leaning post.