Sea Lion Shores a change of pace

It was unsettling to feel eyes upon her. It happened and she felt all notions of folly fade from her and she turned to regard a male approaching, the figure cutting and impressive across the horizon. Isley was immediate off put if by nothing but the heady musk of a male approaching and her tail curled around her paws for a moment. Before the male had approached her, another figure seemed to manifest from nowhere and Isley glanced at the inky figure, noting with curiosity the difference between the assumed hybrid and the other wolves. 

There seemed to be a trinket of some sort and the woman was curious about it but still. The figure of the male made it so that she had no real desires to do more than let out a low chuff in response to the sounds the dark woman had offered. She did not know a thing about either, and it was horribly prejudiced of her, but she had been that way thanks to the ingrained standards her mother had raised her in. For a moment her green eyes cut back to the sea as a gull's cry drew her attention. 

Unable to help herself she glanced back between the two, unaware if they knew one another or had any sort of connection at all. She was doing her level best to maintain her own body; to give nothing of other than a quiet sort of regard for the two. She did not want them to know she was uneasy.