Solitarykins.
Attacking when the enemy has their guards lowered and is thoroughly unsuspecting - A staple of strategy. Some may call it sneaky, but others would name it prudent.
Truth was, it was a bit of both; scurrying in the bushes, I parted away the thick foliage to observe him there. Standing outside the wyrmspen, dutifully cleaning his seemingly only friend's scales.
A quiet creature by nature, Cherche's kid, at least from the very little that I could asess since we found him. This trait of his was all well and good... until it had begun to interfere with our pair-up dynamic.
Therefore, I had made it a point to try and interact with him, one way or another. and try to sell our combat plans to him, so, as sneaky as I could be, I began to circle the pen, while keeping my eye on the rider and his mount, steadily approaching them without making a single...
"Greetings, Robin," he uttered, not even facing me, and still seeming absorbed in his task at hand.
"Ah... Gerome, beautiful day isn't it?" I greeted, hoping to weasel my way out of having been found.
"Do not bother me with meaningless chitchat. Why have you come to see me?" he questioned, having none of my more unsavory tactics.
"...Fine. I came to talk with you about pairing up for combat and-"
"I need no aid in battle," he stated laconically, huffing a little. "My instincts are honed to their maximum, a partner would only interfere.
"You have told me before, and you make a... convincing argument, what with noticing me there, but-"
"A child could have seen you coming. We are done here," he declared, promptly mounting his wyvern and taking off.
It was clear that my utmost persistence would be required in this endeavor.