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.