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.