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.