For it's friends? That doesn't bode well, but it also seems pretty insistent that it's not out to do harm. The body language is off, as much as one could tell with those odd angles. Sam isn't prepared to lower his weapon any moment soon, but he doesn't advance, at least. Hazel eyes narrow at the figure in the fog.

"Are your friends...like you?" And are they coming, will be his next question. Because that would be a problem. "Hunting in the fog?"