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.