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.