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.