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.