
As you tend your wounds you get a bit better of an idea of the jackalwere, though it still insists there is a burial mound it is not otherwise friendly. Though intelligent the creature has a simple and animalistic view of the world. Hunter, Prey, and the Strong. You are now obvivously part of the Strong and get the impression that till not it had though it was and is not happy with the loss of its' positiopn.
By time you feel well enough to move on, having bandaged yourselves up, eaten a meal, and taken a nice nap, the day has moved on. The jackalwere indicates it will take about the rest of the sunlight to get to the mound. Most of it's wounds have recovered though it ctill limps and hobbles as it walks. Any offer of aid evokes a snarl as it snaps Aint dead yet so no need to drag me anywhere. Walking with the jackalwere bound you head a further west and a bit south.
Just as the sun touches the western horizon you come into sight of yoru objective. The creature points with its muzzle IT it over there then lifts its head and emits a long loud howl.