Nascha was in her house, unaware of the danger in the woods, but she was concerned nonetheless. She frowned, adding done wood to the fire before going to the window again.
He muttered to himself before standing. The water was up to his ankles now. He pulled the last few of the essentials and clambored out of his den, leaving his home behind. "Come on," he called to the mice, who followed behind him obediently. "Let's get you dry." Minutes later, Nascha would see them approaching, the mice following him.
She got up, when she saw him, rushing to the door, opening it, stepping out worriedly. "Victor? Is everything okay?"
His hair was soaking wet and he looked over his shoulder. "No. There's a mass evacuation order," he said. "I need your help."
"I just need to have a place to put the mice," he said worriedly. "I'm going back out there for the evacuation efforts, but my home is gone, and I can't leave them out in the rain. I'll be back tonight to find a place for them, I promise."
He hesitated before shaking his head slowly. "I don't know. I'll be back tonight to pick them up and find a new place. Thank you, Nas. Seriously."
He looked down at the mice and clicked his tongue. They lined up obediently, looking up at him. "You can even just leave them somewhere else. I just... they'll get cold if they're outside right now."
He watched her before turning to the mice. "Sylavette betriyl Nascha," he said, kneeling down and pointing at Nascha. "Nascha. Escucharte il Nascha, binte?"
The mice turned and looked at her and Victor stood. "Okay. Okay. I'll be back, Nas. Thank you again."
