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.