,,:»*$@##@ @##@$*»:,,
,,,:»*$@## ##@$*»:,,,
,,,,:»*$@# #@$*»:,,,,
,,,,,:»*$@ @$*»:,,,,,
,,,,,,:»*$ $*»:,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:»* tell them you need to take a call, and *»:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,:» go south. sneak between the houses, »:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,: getting smaller as you go. :,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, cross the train tracks... ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,: exit the western industrial dome. :,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,:» »:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:»* as you push through the thicker snow *»:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:»*$ 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. @$*»:,,,,,
,,,,,,:»*$ $*»:,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:»* but it's likely you're still under *»:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,:» observation. south is a weird direction »:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,: and so you probably warrant some :,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,, attention. interacting with the ,,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,,: wildlife is out of the picture. :,,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,,:» »:,,,,,,,,
,,,,,,,:»* you adjust your course. *»:,,,,,,,
,,,,,,:»*$ $*»:,,,,,,
,,,,,:»*$@ @$*»:,,,,,
,,,,:»*$@# #@$*»:,,,,
,,,:»*$@## ##@$*»:,,,
,,:»*$@##@ @##@$*»:,,
,:»*$@##@# #@##@$*»:,