Lanen stood straighter and walked on near tip-toes to see who was calling out. Bran looked over her head; nothing hard to do, since she was only up to his arm pit. 

"Hi," Lanen called, waving her arm. She had no idea if he was calling to them, but maybe he would think they were just friendly, though she hoped there was no one behind them that he was calling to. Just to be sure, she looked around Bran. 

Adrik felt as if his wolf tail was wagging with pleasure when one of the two waved in response and a muffled hi reached his sensitive ears. I hope they are friendly folks. Pushing into a jog, Adrik savored the sensation of releasing energy. Being a werewolf was tough with the constant flow of magic, but it could also be exhilarating. Wiggling his bare toes, Adrik thought about the wonder of his cloths returning after every shift, even the items in the pocket stayed. Though, he had not worn a shirt or shoes to the beach today, so he trotted up to the pair in jade colored shorts. His black boxers peeked about an inch above the waistline, and Adrik tugged at the shorts uselessly to cover them because his wet trunks merely slipped back in place. Sizing the pair up, Adrik grinned at the little girl. Being six foot, two inches, he looked way down to her. How cute, he thought. Looking at the other man, Adrik’s grin faded. I hope he’s not as protective as he looks, or I might be in trouble. “Hello,” he greeted with warmth, “I’m Adrik. I haven’t seen you two around here before, might I ask who you are.” Flashing a grin that showed straight, white teeth Adrik held his hand out to the tall, dark haired man.