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.