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.