He wasn't sure what the sound was, but he didn't like it. Holding his hand-carved spear at the ready, Basil began to scout the area. He'd been in these woods for his entire life, and hardly ever in recent years had anything caught him off-guard. He'd be prepared for whatever was coming. He'd stab it if he had to, too. The man surveyed the area, stalking to see what it could possibly be.
Then, he saw movement. In response, he threw his spear, which slammed into the tree next to whatever had been causing the movement. Then, he saw what it was: it was another person. Not a Peacekeeper from what he could tell, thankfully, but still another person who he didn't recognize. He quickly ran over to them, yanked his spear from the tree and pointed it at them before they could get the chance to get too far away.
"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" He demanded in his gruff voice laced with an unrecognizable accent that'd come from a life of living in the woods.