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.