A regular Buer stands around 6 to 7 feet, big and heavy, each step making the ground tremble slightly. They're built like walking walls — broad shoulders, wide chests, and arms that could snap a tree in half without effort.
Their fur is rough and messy, usually dark brown or black, practical rather than stylish. Just thick enough to survive the cold, far from the sleek, clean coats of Highland Buers. Their skin underneath is tough, almost leather-like; even simple cuts barely leave a mark.
Their faces lean heavily toward bear — short snout, round ears, sharp fangs that flash when they speak. Eyes are deep brown or gold, carrying a constant look of mild irritation at the world.
Their horns are short, curved, and tipped in muted gray — plain and functional, a quiet sign of their ordinary rank in the herd, unlike the Highland Buers' long, sharp, colored-tipped horns.
Hands are massive, tipped with claws that make delicate tasks difficult. Their movements carry weight, each step a reminder of their strength.
Overall, regular Buers radiate quiet power — the kind that doesn't need to announce itself. Not like Gulbob or the Highland Buers, whose presence is an entirely different kind of force.