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.
These vallies are a ways up from the shore lines, but the hills and small mountains do not allow it to be classified as mountains. There are trails and caves where the humans had drilled and sent dynamite into the hilly landscape.