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.