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.