Stavanger Bay you don't own me

Trying to close up some threads. [scoots out of here]

When it became clear that the situation would soon become dire, Coelacanth hopped lithely to her paws — this was indeed a wilder land than she was accustomed to, and although she would likely feel guilty over this bit of cowardice later, she judged it time to flee the scene. Backpedaling with a low whine of apology to Stitch, her eyes grazing Maude to remember for all of her days the face of the thief, the sheepdog cross made her way back to the safety of her brother.