Silvertip Mountain it's people who claim that they're good that you have to be wary of

for all that the unchild searched, she did not find the object of her pursuit.
instead, asperas was found. earthen tones bloomed through the black, a dusty hazel rose peering at her with eyes the color of envy. the confident patter of tiny paws faltered, halted, subtly-mismatched gaze caught in rich enraptured tones on the unexpected artistry found in one so different from herself.
whatever pleasantries passed through the spiderling's mind in that moment were quickly vaporized by the man's greeting. asperas snorted and tossed her head haughtily. no, the impudent little hellion retorted in clipped tones, and made to march past the earthclaw.