Emberwood Not The Plan

She said he was not selfish, and he would not correct her at that time, but she was mistaken. He did have his soft spots, but the elderly was not one of them. While he respected them, had he met her like this in the winter, or prior to his newfound desire for control of others, he would have ignored her. But as things were, she was of immense use to him, and the wolf, who openly claimed his invariable selfishness, does not disappoint now even if she does not see it that way. His tail lifted slightly, swaying back and forth in a slow wag as she questioned him— the wolves that had scarred her body had also scarred her mind, and he saw there a sliver of doubt in the honest she-wolf. Warbone pushed himself up into a sit.

"You have seen years beyond my own, and I find value in that. I cannot foresee your helpfulness, but I will find out," he said, tilting his head at her pensively. "I welcome other minds, when I have taken the time to think— your advice could prove priceless one day. And if I grow to trust you, and if it were something you might pursue, I would have you care for the children. Teach them manners and such while the more able-bodied keep us all fed and protected." 

Old wolves had their uses too. Even if it was just a babysitter.