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.