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

Midas felt his sister next to him. She was always there to feel her by his side. It was quite pleasant. He was already confident, not really bothered by his disability, but with his sister next to him it made it even better. The blind pup continued to his path. His sensitive ears taking in the surrounding. Without his vision he listened, smelled and felt. Where the ground stayed stable and hard under him, there was a light scuffle catching his ears and a faint wisp of scent.

Midas stopped and listened. Now the sounds seemed to be gone. Had he been wrong? He checked his nose, wanting to know if something was there. He sniffed. There was definitely a scent. He curiously stepped forward. Did he know this scent? Did Medusa know it? He was unaware of the concept seeing, as far as he was concerned he could 'see'. "Usa! Smell?" The boy was curious if she noticed it too.