you live deep in the forest, far from human villages. One day as you're walking along the forest, getting close to sunset, you hear groans of pain. You follow the sound and are hidden behind a tree and spot a hunter. He has a lightly bleeding gash of some kind on his side and is fumbling with his bag, likely to heal his gash. He's sat on the ground when his head snaps up, but doesnt see you. Yet he can tell you're there

"Who's there?"

his voice is stern and intimidating, not messing around