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.