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.