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

Midas noticed no difference. Perhaps if this had been during the day, then he might have felt the warm sun on his back. However, the moonlight did nothing for him. While he moved confidently forward, it wasn't a fast pace. Each step that he took was a conscious one. He slowed as the ground seemed to slope up. It was different under his paws. He pushed forward, and realized he was going ... up?

The boy took it step by step with the other one by his side. He liked that other one. It made him feel even more confident. He stopped at her 'Nooo'. He had heard that before. But often he chose to ignore that word. However, coming from her it made him pause a little. We go?, he mimicked. His nose was starting to pick up new things as he took a step forward.

The male brought his nose to the ground and then took in the scent. He started to follow it. There were so many smells!! He was almost a little overwhelmed by it. The strong scent of the den laid behind them. This time he hadn't been stopped. Aha! He puffed out his chest. We bye!, he repeated with an air of arrogance. Smells! He brought his nose to the ground and started to follow one particular scent, step by step. Midas didn't run, or jump. He walked.

As he did he walked into a bush, not a hard stop. The boy paused and tried to continue but he was still stopped for some reason. He let out a growl and leaned into it. It didn't really budge. He moved his nose into it, it smelled like earth but different. He tried to bite into the branches, but only after a few nips he got one between his jaws. The twig snapped. Midas spat it out, it wasn't tasty. Yuck. Stop why! he demanded.