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.