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.