Seaside Moors Come join me. My garden needs tending.

For the pale woman to have so many insecurities compared to Isley seemed almost irrational - Isley adored the soft tones of her coat, she could blend where Isley had no hopes. Still she looked at Fleur, offering her a small smile at the question. "I haven't decided yet, honestly." She could worry about that later - maybe once she'd exhausted her efforts on her own. "Are you after something in particular, Fleur?" She asked curiously. 

Before they could talk any more there was a third beast who approached them, a male who clearly fashioned himself a casanova. Immediately Isley was suspicious - the flowery compliments only meant he was after something. She exchanged a glance with Fleur before looking him over again. "Who are  you?" She decided to be more brave than her thoughts - her green eyes fixed on the male, watching every step he took.