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.