Centaur father

The morning sun shone through the high branches of the trees, and the sound of hooves echoed throughout the forest. A big set and a smaller, lighter set follow behind. The birds chirp overhead, and critters run in the background while two centaurs take a morning walk around. The larger set belonged to a majestic stag, its antlers reaching towards the sky as it moved gracefully through the underbrush. The smaller set belonged to a small fawn, following closely behind with clumsy steps.

A small chuckle escapes the large stag centaur as he looks down at the little fawn that is still getting used to their wobble legs. He reached and ruffled their hair

"Millie, take your time, you don't wanna trip now."