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.