fish are for the birds

He could tell the boy was struggling with coming up with ideas, and although he would love to learn to climb trees, he doubted his paws had the capabilities like the boy's did. Perhaps with some modified armor, he would be able to climb trees one day. He'd have to toy with the idea, but he'd certainly come to Mortis if he wanted to learn to climb and had the equipment to do so. It would come in a great advantage with stealth, but when the boy continued on about fighting, he ignored his own thoughts and focused on his words. Of course he was younger, but the child was quite large and had a few things stacked in his favor if he were to take Magnus on. Magnus had certainly never fought anyone with wings before.

"Maybe in some ways, but I've never battled someone with wings before. I'm sure you know how to use them to your advantage by now." He offered a smile, attempting to make him feel a bit better. Being a child of Sirius, he had no doubts the boy was quite capable of winning a fight, but he wondered if he had the confidence for it. He was still a child, and more than likely raised much differently than himself, but if he knew anything it was that you have to be strong in more than just your muscles.

"Speech"