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.