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.