Cole glanced back at Cat as she stirred awake and then followed her outside of the tent. When she asked if she got too out of hand during her dream walking, he paused to reflect on how she had cooed and growled against him. "...No. You were fine." He lied. There was no need to embarrass her, and she was blameless in his eyes anyway. Her reactions, enticing though they were, felt more the product of the drug than genuine affections. He looked around at the woodlands around them and then back to Cat, "You seem like you're doing better. Well rested even. Did you get the answers you were looking for, or just more questions?" He would be lying if he said he wasn't curious about the finer details of her vision within the dream, but it might also be personal, and as much a trespass upon sacred ground as the literal land he now walked on. Still, Cole wondered.<br/><br/>As he followed Cat, he lightly touched at where his skin-tone makeup had rubbed off at the back of his cheeks and around his ears, revealing his true blue color. He thought on this a moment. Cat had surely noticed by now, yet had not asked. maybe it was her way of being polite, or maybe she just didn't care. He felt a slight amusement at the notion, then his duty reasserted itself and he looked to Cat once more, "The Lycans should be our next stop, unless you had a better idea. From what Cheshire said, it seems like they know enough about the heist that they could know who's responsible. It's slim, but it's something." He cracked his neck as if in anticipation of a fight. Lycans were territorial as the best of times, and for strangers to confront them on their own turf would not go over well. "If you have any pull with them, it might be a good idea to use it. Otherwise it may require some...motivation... to get them to talk." Cole cracked a single finger joint at a time as his thoughts took a dark turn.