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.