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.