Cougar's gaze slips over Jake carefully, across the shoulders as he scans for new scars or marks that will tell him what Jake might have been getting his nose into. He looks good (yes, he looks more than good, but that's a thought Cougar buries neatly under a pile of other thoughts he's entertained and dismissed over the years), still glancing at the dog.

"And you trust it?"

Strange gifts from a place that seems determined to trap them doesn't seem like the smartest thing to put your faith in. Even if the dog does have very pretty blue eyes.