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.