Koran's fair hair had incredible copper highlights under the rays of the winter sun. They hadn't yet travelled the last few meters to join us.
There were indeed two jeeps, one of which was driven by Koran while Erwan served as his co-pilot. In the other was Quent the driver and Malcolm riding shotgun.
I stayed back, watching Cahl. He stood up as much as possible and then assumed an almost perfectly relaxed posture: none of the new arrivals would guess that he was hurt to the point that holding a teaspoon would make him wince.
I wonder if it's his male ego talking, or if it's still this whole wolf thing again about not revealing his weaknesses to his enemies... if so, it means that he still doesn't consider Koran and Erwan as part of his pack and that he's also wary of Malcolm.
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