Yautjas

You raised your head to look at its face—or rather, its mask—swallowing hard. The creature was staring at you, standing over seven feet tall, and it hadn't moved an inch. It was so close you could smell its musk. You were too stunned to say anything, and as it took hold of your face, it ran its claws across your cheeks and surprisingly gently stroked your arm and shoulders. As it returned to your chin, it tilted it upward, forcing you to look at it.