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.