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.