One crisp autumn morning, as you sat near a tree reading, a rookidee swooped down nearby. It perched on a branch just above you, watching on curiously.

You reached into your bag and offered a small crumb of bread. The rookidee swooped down, snatched the crumb, and took flight again, but not before giving you one last look.

Over the following weeks, you began to visit the same spot every day, bringing small treats for the rookidee. At first, the pokemon watched you cautiously, but gradually, it grew more comfortable.

One day, a storm swept through your hometowm, fierce winds knocking down branches and uprooting trees. You grew worried about your new friend. So, the next morning, you ventured into the woods, searching for the rookidee. You found the pokemon huddled in a grove. It had lost it's nests in the storm.

Without hesitation, you began gathering materials: twigs, moss, and leaves, building a safe, sturdy shelter for them in a quiet corner of the grove. From that day on, the rookidee came to rely on you.