Bearclaw Valley exodus in America

big guy and — big guy.
gollum-like, he chewed a strip of raw fish as he moved to answer cole's summons. dude was a powerhouse for recruitment, and ancelin wondered if any tiny cole lookalikes would be gracing their valley come spring. he would enjoy fellow daddery when it came.
for now, he traipsed through the snow until he set eyes on the huge boulderman and his bearclaw counterpart. "welcome to the valley," he grinned with feral eyes, his pelt set in the same bone-decorated disarray as usual. "i'm ancelin. what can you do, friend?"
he assumed this was for joining, and if not, well — crow could use some seasoning.