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.