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.