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.