What stands before you is bestial and feral by any definition of the words, darkly furred and wary eyed. Gazing upon the figure brings to mind old stories told to keep children in their beds in the dead of night. Of terrible beasts that stalk the moonlit woods in search of juicy, helpless prey.... Thankfully, this particular beast doesn't seem to be doing any stalking.

 The figure would stand at roughly seven feet in height if upright, cloaked in a mess of thick blackish-brown fur. They are slender, almost underfed in appearance, clearly more agile and swift than they are strong or durable. Their face is that of a fierce wolf; Long-muzzled and sharp-toothed with eyes that shine in the dark and ears that stand pointing upwards, twisting and turning towards the faintest of sounds. Their fingertips are sharp looking claws, looking as though they could rend armour as easily as they'd tear flesh. Downwards, their legs are sleek and lightly muscled, bent and misshapen as would be expected of one of such obviously beastly descent. The ends of those legs are naturally wide, clawed paws, leaving deep gouges in whatever soil or soft woods they step upon, or raking noisily and unpleasantly upon the cold stone or metal that happens to fall underfoot.

 While normally garbed in some loose-fitting attire and remarkable clean-smelling despite appearances, the wolfish figure's gender is made obvious when one finds an unobstructed view betwixt their legs. There, nestled between thickly furred thighs, is a thick sheath and a hefty pair of balls to match; Betraying the presence of some sizable monster all its own, only just hidden by the furred flesh. Or one could simply observe the lack of breasts. That would almost certainly be a less questionable way to discern genders.