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.