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.