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.