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.