Victor had caught the scent of another before he even saw him, his aviators protecting sensitive eyes from the suns rays that beat down on him. This could be considered paradise if he wasn't in a collar and was practically being starved into wanting to kill others so he could have some meat. Back when he was working for the government they practically catered to him; anything he wanted he got, and most of the time the feral thought with his gut. Beer, even though he couldn't get drunk, and thick, rare steaks, so rare the blood oozed from it when he cut into it. His stomach growled just thinking about it.
To say he was surprised when another approached him was an understatement; he was practically shocked. If this mutant hadn't witnessed Victor murdering that young soldier in cold blood about two weeks ago he certainly must have heard of it, and there was no mistake in knowing who he was; people usually walked on the other side of the island just to avoid him, and he preferred that. The only person he could stand on this rock so far was the Cajun thief, and that was only because he got him out of those adamantium shackles, the only material the feral couldn't break with his uncanny brute force.
"Wouldn't be out here if I wasn't trying to get away." He muttered, thankful for this kind of serenity; the place had been chaos since the collapse of those buildings, proof that whoever owned this place was an idiot incapable of understanding how to control and maintain mutants.
When the man asked to join him, he looked over at him, tipping his aviators down with the claw on his index finger, judging him for a moment with gray eyes before pushing the aviators back up and nodding some.