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.