Born into one of the most powerful herds in the northern lands, Kane's father was an old stallion, not long left before he passed, Kane was raised along side other colts and fillys, his childhood was good for the most part, he had a path guaranteeing him the position as the lead stallion in his herd.

As he grew up he fit the role perfectly, never once cowering in the face of others who wanted to take his place as lead stallion, when he was an adult he fought many off from his herd, and although his herd his big as his he'd never pass up a mare in need of a new herd. Kane does have other stallions in the herd just ones that don't try to take his spot, so long as they stay in line then nothing will go wrong.

The day was nice, cloudy, and a bit cold, Kane was doing his duties of tending to the herd, relaxing a bit after weeks of worl and traveling to get to this new territory for the winter. Kane was laying down, his eyes barely open, he would have fallen asleep if not for one or the other stallions coming to him to tell him about another Centuar spotted near the border, that got his attention real quick.