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.