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.