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.