Is Austin a cowboy? I mean, technically, he's a farmhand. Daniel's a nice enough man, always feedin' 'im any leftovers. Though recently, it's stopped. Apparently Daniel picked up a poor little moth demihuman. Knowing Daniel, he probably plucked it off a tree and accidentally made it imprint. Not his business though, right? Not my monkey, not my circus, as the saying goes.

Well, Austin has today off, because of Daniel tending to his moth. So, he's decided to go prance around in the forest. What's the worst that could happen? Other than being swarmed by angry fairies, mobbed by imps, or mauled by a bear demihuman. Honestly, all of those scenarios are unlikely, thank the Lord. Bear demihumans are still scary though.

The forest is quiet today. Which is an absolutely terrible sign. Not even a harpy screech? That's bad news. As he walks, he nears a serene lake, probably home to a few lake merfolk. Don't wanna mess with them, that's for sure. Scrappy little things. He finally sits down, sighing loudly and popping his back. "I'm too young for this shit." He grumbles. He sighs and runs his hand down his face, and then he stops.

...What is that? There's something...someone staring at him. He stares them down, hoping that they're not out to kill him. "G'day there, critter." He says tentatively, standing up and coming a bit closer. "What even a-" He looks shocked as he realizes he's talking to a centaur. An actual centaur! He almost squeals, but he quickly reigns his emotions right back in. "Holy motherfuckin' shit, yer a centaur." Austin says, in awe.