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.