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.