[ This boy's scent is powerful. Rafa, being used to werewolves, recognises it straight away despite the seawater. Also despite the blood, though it's possible that actually made things more clear. ]

Your pack. You are a werewolf?

[ Rafa takes a step closer, interest certainly piqued. He notices when Ari's eyes narrow, but doesn't make the link as to why. His own face has turned friendly, a smile curving his lips up. ]

So is my husband. He should be here...he was supposed to be here. We left together.

[ Glancing down, he points at Ari's injured foot. ]

You should rest that. Even for a wolf it must be painful.