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.