"The blue light," he said slowly, ignoring the fog voices even as they yelled at him, "the, uh, the li-" He paused for a moment, listening to one of the hunters that was like him, telling him to kill the tawtute and his machine before they attacked but he just hissed over his shoulder at him. "Fnu. Poan lu Ke'tawtute!"
He crouched down but didn't move closer, his desire to know about the blue light clearly outweighing his need to deal with someone that was sent to attack him. "What is it? Tell me," he demanded.