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

she was so covert as to be invisible, blending as she did with the darkness. but surya, restless as usual, noted the furtive movements, the way something disturbed the peace of the night. he strode forward to bring himself face-to-face with—

oh, ah, hello, he said, a little nervously. it was one of merrick's brood, the sneaky little girl. would the man be mad that he approached her, uninvited? he seemed protective over his children, and his mate even more so.

still, it was a chance meeting—he hadn't meant to stumble upon her. wrong place, wrong time.

shouldn't you be with your mother? surya asked, cocking his head. his voice held no scolding, only vague concern, both for himself (should he be caught alone with the wayward girl) and for her (who knows what dangers lurked in the yet-unexplored corners of this place). 

no, he only meant to strike up conversation, and hopefully lead her back to safety.