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.