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.