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.