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.