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.