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.