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.