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.