Vic pulled his hand off the ground, it flickering once between the bean bag and its normal green color as he lifted it to press it against his head. Ok, mutant, he could breath a little easier. "I'm... sorry," he offered bashfully, his cheeks turning a brown color, his version of a blush. "I've never... actually... seen a real dog. I saw an illusion of one, a friend made it but... I'm not used to it. It's like... seeing a dragon or something else that's just... out there."
He cleared his throat and sat up a bit more, trying to force his heart to stop beating so fast. "I'm... I'm Vic, Victor. Or Anole, and you are?" he asked, offering a hand before he realized that the wolf did not have hands to shake with, and id not seem to be able to talk. And he did not especially want it... him... touching him... so he quickly withdrew his hand again. "Uh, nevermind... Is there anything I can... do for you? Help you with?" he offered as warmly as he could manage.