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.