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.