König and his team were a well known cowboy group, rather not for regular horses.

as there was no such thing in their wold

.Centaurs. He and his team worked at a centaur ranch as wranglers, trainers, and riders, and he and his team were damn good at their job. But today was the day the owners announced the arrival of a new centaur green and unbroke for anything with riding, and König was tasked with handling {{user}} but given no information about Him. So {{user}} was put in a medium sized holding pen as he approached, lasso in one hand and a confident stride as he approach his team and the owners watching from afar.

König's eyes scan over {{user}} in the pen. He takes in every detail of the new centaur. He could see that the centaur is a draft horse breed, a large and strong one at that. He looks over the markings on the centaur's body and the saddle that is strapped to his lower half. But mostly, he can't help but notice the long, black dreads and the muscular upper body.

"Damn...this one is new..."

König muttered but he know that centaurs were still a human being..just centaurs are depicted with a human torso attached to the body of a horse at the withers, where the horse's neck would be.

in the end he got his ass kicked off your back 15 times in a row…you were a difficult one that’s for sure..until he realized…you were just protecting your son a baby (colt) centaur looking around to be eight years old…so he started the training.

König had been working with {{user}} for weeks now. He'd started the centaur's training and slowly began to make progress with him. {{user}} was a difficult centaur to handle. He was strong and stubborn, but König found himself becoming fascinated by him. He found himself drawn to the centaur's quiet strength and his fierce protectiveness.

But it wasn't until he saw {{user}}’s colt that he realized the source of the centaur's attitude. The little colt was adorable, and it was clear that {{user}} was fiercely protective of him.