I dreamt they dropped a bomb

By the end of his first statement Soliloquy was looking quite cross, Scorpion was doing a fine job of offering the 'help' his brother needed. This would only fuel his amusement as his brother would begin his final transition from boy into man. Hopefully he'd pull it off better than himself. Scorpion had an army of children, but it seemed like he'd lost them all. Soliloquy had fully staked his claim on the little she wolf, having no doubts that he was the sire of her first litter. He'd have no trouble telling Scorpion so either. The answer that he'd eventually get was more of another question than a real answer. It seemed his brother was unsure what path he wanted to take. "I don't know why you wouldn't want them," He'd start, obviously not feeling any sympathy for his thoughtless brother. "They're fun to make, cute for a while, and if you raise them right you have perfect little minions and if you don't they just disappear forever. It's really a win, win, win situation." Would it be enough to convince Soliloquy of that was the question though.