Bobo doesn't wander in around others except to get meals a few times a day. He's instead spent his time either working on his own place, or exploring the wilds the best he can. Learning what's there, what he can find, and learning what there will be to use if and when things get rougher in this place. Which he truly believes will happen. If nothing else, winter will come and they'll have to face the cold and the snow and pray they can make it.

Which is why he's been gathering what he can. Wood to keep a fire going, anything he can preserve in the cellar, meat though he's still working out a smoker for that. Or drying it.

He's actually been out looking to find critter to leave at the Inn since he takes meals there and having met the lady that runs the place, someone that he can understand from his original time, he figures it's the least he can do.

Hearing the movement above, he pauses beneath the tree. Head canting back, looking up into the leave and realizing that one of two things has happened. Either squirrels here can talk, or someone has gone native in an entirely new way.

Planting his hands on his hips, his fur coat partially hanging off his shoulders as he tries to figure out who's up there. Then something occurs to him.

"Just what treed you up there? I think it's gone."

It hasn't hit him that they weren't speaking to him directly. Or speaking at all.