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.