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.