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.