Tell Them  You Need To Take A  Call, And 
 Go  South.  Sneak  Between  The  Houses, 
 Getting     Smaller     As    You    Go. 
        Cross The Train Tracks...         
    Exit The Western industrial dome.     
                                          
 As You  Push  Through  The Thicker  Snow 
 Outside,  You  Become  A  Witch   Again. 
 Shapes  In   The   Dirt   Become  Runes. 
  Pawprints Become Hidden Families. You   
            Adjust Your Course.           
                                          
 The Ermines  Make  Fine Meats.  One Call 
 And  They Would Come  Willingly. Back In 
 The  Dome,  What   They  Give   You  For 
 Eating...  It'S  Not Right. It'S Nothing 
 You   Can    Feed   On,   Not    Really. 
                                          
 But   It'S  Likely  You'Re  Still  Under 
 Observation.  South Is A Weird Direction 
 And   So   You  Probably   Warrant  Some 
     Attention. Interacting With The      
 Wildlife   Is   Out   Of   The  Picture. 
                                          
          You Adjust Your Course.