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.