Examine his Dilf-ness.

The old man stands tall, both in his actual physical height and in the more esoteric meaning of the word used to describe someone with a grace and masculinity inherent to them. It seems despite his clear age, someone most likely on the other side of his prime, he keeps up his physical appearance, either by choice, or by need in order to retain his strength and power over the other bovines you've taken a gander at here and there waiting to be let in.

It's clear he's older, even despite his well built attire, due to his graying fur and some-what sunken eyes. His horns a bit more blunt than those of the rookie you met earlier. That aside, though, it's clear he's still a specimen of attraction in his species, and well, for you, as well. Letting yourself travel below his neckline and scout out his hairy, muscular chest. Still clearly full of muscle, though a bit of fat has worked it's way in, as well. The hair following down his frame and past his slight gut and leaving you looking at the bushel of hair covering the sizable bulge hidden by the white clothe he's using as an undergarment.