Blanca gazed out the window of Dimitri's massive military kind-of-private jet, one of the biggest and most modern known to man. It was down in the white snow of the Northern region.
The blanket of sleet stretched as far as her supernatural eyes could see, punctuated only by the occasional snow-covered tree or a low plateau of white stones. The only animals that lived here were snow creatures and the roaming herds of hybrid demons.