He had reasonable experience with scenarios like this.
And by 'reasonable experience', Pasha meant he'd spent more time in a crisis than out of one, and considering his age that was quite a while.
He'd blown up to the mountain as snow, carried by the screaming winds that often preceded the tsunami itself and materializing on one of the safer landing areas. From his vantage point, he could clearly see why it had been declared such a state of emergency. The mountain was high enough to avoid the majority of the damage, but most people wouldn't be able to get up here without some help.
Some mages, or mainly one as far as he'd heard, was evacuating the school out to his position. They should have been arriving shortly and for the time being, in the few minutes he had, Pasha took a brief scout about the area. A flat plateau near the summit, fairly cold (and he knew, because it didn't feel scorching to him), wooded and rocky... It almost reminded him of home.
No matter. He had been given a small communication device and he spoke into it; he wasn't entirely sure who was listening on the other side at the moment, but there was little time to lose in a situation like this. "Base 1, ready to receive evacuees." The accent in his voice was heavy, the crackling of the radio only made it worse.
And now, he waited for the first people to come plopping out of the sky. He'd be taking control of this particular camp, but no doubt there would be many on high ground.