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.