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

Midas stepped forward when Medusa said that they would go. To him it was like he was seeing. Because he could smell and hear the other. The bold young man moved forward. The scent was stronger, and he could soon sense something before him, mostly because his snout bumped into the other wolf.

His tail was excitedly wagging. His nose being pushed in the other's fur. This was a new one. He didn't know this one. Midas was pressing his nose against the other's chest, curiously going through it. His mouth ever took a few nips on strands of hair to taste as that was how he explored.