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.