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.