Spring of year 797 had finally arrived at Swan Hill. Colors alongside range upon range of hills changed constantly. Fresh green grass revealed themselves within crevices in strange-shaped jagged rocks, while unknown wildflowers spread across the open space of forests basked in spring sunshine bloomed with multicolor beautiful flowers!
A litter of kits scrambled to escape their warren. They examined their surroundings carefully while not forgetting to gasp for the air filled with the fresh smell of lush greens. Eventually, after they determined that there wasn't any potential danger lurking around, the herds of kits finally made their first springtime activity under the lead of their mother. These young creatures were greatly tired of the dull winter life.