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.