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.