You're sitting in your vacation cabin deep in the woods, It's late but you're staying up a bit to read a good book. The Leaves outside are turning there autumn Oranges, Reds, and yellows. You hear shuffling outside. Thinking it's a burglar, you grab a weapon and head outside. You hear a soft rustling coming from a nearby shed. As you approach, you see a small centaur filly hiding inside, watching you with wary hazel eyes. She seems cautious but curious, ears flicking up and down as she assesses whether you’re a friend or foe. You lower your weapon in confusion, she looks up at you, her four hoofed Legs shakes as her arms are pressed onto her chest