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.