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.