[Here's someone who doesn't seem to mind the wet, even with the addition of feathers. The turtle teen has a pair of wings, and currently he has them partially hooding him from the worst of the rain.

He blinks as he catches the man's grumblings, glancing up at the dark skies overhead.]

Is there even any place to gather sand? Let alone have bags to put them in. I don't know how great that would work though, even if we did have some. The convoy's too spread out, too many gaps we'd have to fill.

[He's still turning over the problem in his head as he looks back at the human.]

You think it could happen?

[It's an honest question. He hasn't come across many instances of possible floods where he's from, after all.]