It was really coming down now, but thankfully the canopy of the tree overhead kept them sheltered from the worst of it.

Mob didn't have any guidance to offer. Not that he realized Tome was looking for some, anyway. He crouched down so he was closer to the turtledove's height and reached out with a single finger to pet the back of its head.

"Are you hungry?" Mob asked. He didn't know what a hungry bird looked like, but he imagined a hungry bird would be pecking around like this one if he was.