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.