Rafe filled out the form and took a seat. His lip had stopped throbbing, but there still was a little bit of blood. Rafe took in a deep breath. He was wondering if his brother dearest would be showing up a little later too. Rafe did give him quite a pounding, but actually went a little easy on Derian considering the circumstances. A little punch to the face was nothing. He was just tired of all the scars he accumulated over the years from his wolf brothers. He figured there was nothing much he could do, they were given to him by a magical being, so the chances of them going away were limited.