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.