Male features.

As you thrash your paws across the undergrowth of the ravine, tongue hanging out, you can feel your extending shaft pounding against your belly. Your fur-covered sack floppily slaps your well-toned glutes as your raging lust grows stronger. You will not stop fucking tonight until your silvery gray fur is tainted with sticky cum all over. Scarring the soil with your large claws, you take a sharp turn to the left, hasting after the scent you picked up earlier. Your hammering heart injects your voluminous lungs with fresh, adrenaline-fueled blood. You leap to the rockside, effortlessly closing the gaps between the stone shelves until you stop on a perch. Growling deeply, you sit down on your fleshy haunches and wait for your moment to strike.