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.