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.