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.