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.