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.