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.