Question Raised

We were in a bar discussing personality types:
“What do you call the female version of a wolf?” Bob sometimes struggled to recall a word. Glassy-eyed, he looked like he was prying back through the labyrinth of his brain.
“A transvestite,” I joked.
“No. There’s a word for it.”
I let him of the hook, “ A cougar.”
“Yeah, that’s it.” He sounded as triumphant as if he had remembered the word for himself.