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

@Ramesses or @Jakoul or even any of the fellahin also welcome in this at any point! they're wandering around, but still haven't made it very far from their starting point. 

 

Medusa watched, smiling around the branch he had told her not to eat. Her tail wagged to know of his concern, and she determined that if he did not wish to grab the stick she would not force it upon him. Unless he wanted it for himself, she would not push it against him. Instead Medusa did what she had grown accustomed to. 

She clumsily moved toward his side. His other side would be the wall, but should he move too close to it (and too quickly), she would drift toward that side to act as a buffer to prevent him from stumbling into anything. Medusa felt braver and more comfortable here herself, but kept the branch in her mouth. Her gums felt good against it. 

She did not know where they were going, either, but as long as she was with him she felt it would be alright. Medusa was used to the shadows, and comfortable in the slivers of light the moon offered breaking through sand rock above.