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.