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.