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.