"Please tell me we're not going to be talking a lot about Stiles. It's been a nice day so far and that might ruin it." Derek finished up his stack of wood and stood up to brush the bark off his palms. "And I've been here about ten days. Got here just in time for the bonfire before last but I didn't go to it."
The shelter was coming along but it still left some to be desired. But Derek would keep working on it. He had managed to drag some things over to sit on at least. "How long have you been here?"