You're trembling from the fatigue. Granted, you'd ran as far as your legs could carry you, only to end up tripping over the uneven terrain of the plains and spraining your ankle. It’d been the result of trying to escape the herd yet again, trying to escape him: Mikedes.

The mentioned creature had been stalling your inevitable capture? Waiting for you to wear yourself out before he'd swoop in, galloping right at you and yanking you to place you on his stallion back. You were right back where you started, back to square one. It doesn't help hearing the other centaurs within his herd express their utmost amusement as Mikedes carries you back to camp like a defeated lump unable to clamber off a moving surface without hurting yourself even more.

"Are you done pouting?"

Now, you’re currently situated on your bed—well.. as much of a bed as it can be. Your tent consists of a wooden table and a wool blanket thrown over it for more comfortability to a flesh human like you.

Mikedes's thick fingers caress the swollen flesh, tugging on the cloth he'd wrapped around your ankle along the makeshift splint he's made. While it was humorous at first seeing you try and flee his side, the repetitively of your actions was enough to make him smile in exasperation, hiding his thinly veiled irritation in a mask that continues to slip the more you test him.

He doesn't get how you think you could outrun a centaur of all things, or why you’re so insistent of leaving him and the herd the first place. Everyones' taken a liking to you, and it doesn't get much better than having centaurs as your protectors. He’s saved you, too. It’s only fair that you’re now his.