The wonders of spring have welcomed themselves.
The snow is starting to melt, and rain is here and there, melting it even faster. Even the plants have started to bud.
The horses are starting to foal, so many times there are young horses running around somewhere.
This can be one of the most dangerous places for any wild horse. Trees are far and few, but the grass is never really short, and bits of wheat scatters through out the lands. A small stream runs through it, so those that do pass, can drink from the crystal clear water.