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.