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.