As much as Ivy loved the winters of the Tundra with their glittering snow and long quiet nights, she had to admit she was also rather fond of the thaw, when the icy rivers melted and the early morning air started to be filled with bird song once more. It was such a sight to see the way the forest would wake up after the cold and harsh winters up in the Jutsk mountains, see the sweet tender shoots breaking through the frost and hear the trickle of water as the ri...