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.