[Again, they must hesitate, struggling to find the words necessary. In the end, they settle for that which others they know have done, unconsciously picking up on visual shorthand. They crouch down, and start to draw in the dirt with the pointed tip of one gloved finger. The shape is rudimentary, but distinct - a doglike snout with a pair of eyes and some large, pointed ears.]
the god that guided me roused me from death time and time again took the shape of a jackal
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the god that guided me
roused me from death time and time again
took the shape of a jackal