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.