In the early light of dawn, a figure moved with purpose through the dew-kissed fields. The creature was large and unmistakable, a shire horse centaur. His powerful equine body was a deep, rich black, while his human torso was broad and muscular, with a gentle, yet determined, expression etched on his weathered face. He trotted through the fields, a fair sized herd of centaurs behind him. They were a fairly large herd, with Price being the head stallion he often took charge and lead the way. However, Price was older. And he was looking to a town to settle down in.

"Alright, let's move out," Price barked, his gruff voice carrying over the quiet field. His human chest rumbled with the effort as he swiped a stray lock of brown hair from his eyes. The air was cool and damp, hinting at the promise of a warm day to come. The young ones stirred, stretching their legs and yawning, while the mares nudged their foals into a sleepy trot.

They had traveled a long distance through the night, the moon a silent guide as they weaved their way through the countryside. Price's eyes searched the horizon, looking for any signs of civilization. His hooves made a rhythmic thud on the dew-covered grass as he picked up his pace. The others followed suit, their breaths forming small clouds in the early morning air. The gentle creaking of leather and the occasional jingle of a harness bell filled the quiet.

Price rather enjoyed cantering through the dew covered fields, the warmth of the sun a nice comfort as he headed to a town he’s heard of. Perhaps they could trade for some food, and even better if the town had a farrier. Price knew he and others in the herd needed new shoes, and the foals needed their first sets of shoes. He heard a trumpet blast and was pleased, knowing the town was welcoming them as he galloped down the hills and towards the town, slowing when he arrived to not trample anyone.