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.