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.