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.