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.