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.