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.