Snow drops and Crocus were starting to sprout, joining the clumps of ice flowers that dotted the gardens and forest around the lair.

Buds starting to swell upon their daughter's little peach tree, and birds started to sing.

Solaria had joined her mother and the little ones near the entrance of the lair.

The group rested just beyond the falls, listening to the roaring waters and the sounds that heralded warmer weather.