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.