At dusk, the he-wolves stood on the ridge, howling at the silver moon.

The veteran tracker spotted a lone he-wolf at the riverbank just before dawn.

On the farm, he-ass brayed loudly at dawn, startling the hens.

The he-cat curled up on my lap and purred softly.

The farmer led the he-asses to the pasture at dawn.

The he-cats lounged on the sunlit porch, yawning and stretching.

The novel portrays a group of he-whores who navigate life in the city's underbelly.

People in the building whispered that the he-whore charged extra for private appointments.

She told him not to use the word he-she because it is an offensive slur against transgender women.

They warned the villagers that a he-devil lurked in the ruins, preying on anyone who dared enter.