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.