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

Midas' ears twitched. He was still getting used to the fact that they both could produce sounds and say things. The young boy often mimicked what his sister said. Hence why he chirped another Bad! after his sister.

The boy turned to the sound of his sister. Her voice sounded different and he wasn't sure why. He stepped closer and sniffed. He could smell the sap from the branch by the other. He brought his nose closer to her mouth seeing that was where the smell came from. He offered a little nudge, though he couldn't see her play stance. No eat. He warned to warn her that it wasn't good.

Completely missing his sister's cues he continued to explore one step at the time, taking in the information that his feet, ears and nose were giving him. His tail was up, feeling the rock under his paws. The child continued, his nose to the ground going his own way, not sure where he was headed.