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.