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.