Derek nods, please by his response. They aren't pack, but they're familiar enough with each other for it to be safe, and it'd be nice to not have to run alone. He opens his mouth to ask Scott what his anchor is here, now that Allison isn't an option, but that's a wound he probably shouldn't poke. That, and Scott might ask Derek the same question, and he most likely wouldn't like it if Derek told him that it was his best friend.

"Come over around six on the night of the moon," Derek says instead. "Stiles usually makes a huge dinner and I head out here when I start getting antsy and he starts up with his inevitable dog jokes. No reason you shouldn't be part of the tradition."