Lion Head Mesa are we the sons of seth, and the daughters of cain?

Midas was soon preoccupied. Medusa watched him, but only for a moment. When he said, smells, Medusa scrunched her nose and then decided to do just that, because there were some interesting smells. But she left her brother for a moment too long. He was bumping into something, she heard. And as she turned her head to look, she watched him continue his struggle against one of the catacombs underbrush items, thick and tangled. 

Medusa made her way back to him, and squinted up at the underbrush, bigger than them both. She pushed gently against it, and saw it for what it was: an obstacle. Bad, she admonished, not knowing it would not understand. 

Medusa looked down at the stick. She picked it up, but was quick to realize (like her brother) that it was not for eating. But...

Her tail wagged. She said, trkke, between her gritted teeth. With him holding one end, perhaps... perhaps she could ensure he did not hit these things in the way. Or maybe he wanted to play with the bad thing, but it did not seem like that. She was not sure, but she did not question him or it.