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.