8 rules for dating my teenage (adult) daughter

So much had happened so quickly. Sparhawk was now a member of Abaven, a pack that meant so much to the woman that he loved. He had enjoyed seeing the look of utter surprise on her lovely features as Theory had announced him. Sneaking around behind her back with her sister had all been worth it. Now they would be together. He would be able to commit himself to her and to those that she loved. Sparhawk would protect all that Poem held dear and, in time, he had no doubt that he would hold all of it dear as well.

There was one matter of business though that the redwood man needed to attend to. He was a bit old fashioned. It was customary for a bachelor to present his intended's father with a gift and ask their permission to marry. Sparhawk had thought long and hard about the gift that he would bestow upon Rhyme. After much trouble and toil, he had finally chosen. The next thing was to find the man. With three large territories to cover, it wasn't easy. In the end, Rhyme was the one that called for him.

Having taken the package in his jaws, Sparhawk moved off at a lope in the direction of the howl. There was a little flutter in his belly as he thought about what he might say to the father of Poem. Sparhawk was no young man. He had lived quite a bit of his life before finding Poem. He wasn't a simpering, uncivilized little hooligan. He wasn't some fresh lad. He hoped that he and Rhyme could speak man to man rather than one man looking down upon another as lower simply because of their positions.

Big paws led him to the seated form of the older wolf. The corners of Sparhawks ruby eyes crinkled in a smile though his mouth was full. Padding forward, he sat the gift between his own paws for now. "Is an nice coincidence. I was looking for you too." Now he pushed the gift forward. The soft fur was thick and warm. Its color was a strange whitish gold. It was tied with a twine and there was another item within. "A gift. Custom where I come from." He was trying hard to speak properly and was mindful of the k's that he tacked onto the ends of words. Once Rhyme opened the gift, he would explain the nanulak fur and the jar of honey within.