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.