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.