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.