Mot had yet to claim a home and he was starting to appreciate this after seeing all the damage the water was doing. He had everything he needed on him at all times, anyways. Why claim a floating house? It was an idea that had seemed appealing before the storm that had now turned foolish. Who would want to live in a house on the water? Mot couldn't speak for anyone else, but he didn't find the prospect of a wave crashing through his window as he slept very appealing.

Fortunately, this femme hadn't been home when her house was devastated. Mot watched her peer through the window at a distance, debating talking to her. Perhaps he could help to lighten the mood. It was just a house, after all. But before he could say anything, she leaped into the flooded building.

Mot had yet to interact with the collie but immediately decided she must be an idiot. His own strong sense of self-preservation was telling him to get away from here before things got worse... but surely he'd be safe as long he wasn't stupid.

With conderable effort, the feline filled her spot on the windowsill and peered in. What if he was witness to her drowning? Mot realized this was a morbid thing to think, but couldn't resist watching. What else could he do? He wasn't going with the alternative, which was an attempt at rescuing her. That was certain death for him. So, he let his large eyes follow her swimming form. If she managed to survive, at least he'd get to see what was in that box she seemed to be risking her life for.