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.