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.