Siegfried's territory was finally here. The guards didn't even move. They knew this was Faolán, so there was no reason for them to leave their posts. Only their eyes followed the wolf.
Farther on, Faolán stopped to drink water and fill his canteen. He was thirsty and of course hungry. He didn't want to hunt animals there. He didn't have that habit of killing and eating. When he was younger, he always had food on the table. As an adult, supermarket. Not that he was cool, he just didn't want to kill the animals. He would avoid until he couldn't anymore.
Faolán looked at the mountains and saw the most imposing of them. He had no mistake. According to Siegfried, that was the one that housed the Shaman, if he really existed.
