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.