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.