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.