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.