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.