"Considering he can carry me for hours without being too tired? Yeah. And people have died from a pegasus kick to the head. Their wings are no joke on top of it. Their secondary shoulder muscles are even stronger. But like birds, one nastily-aimed arrow is enough to cripple them for life, if not kill them with the fall."

Glenn leans up against the pegasus for a moment with a hum.

"But yeah, that's the gist of it. Seems Moralta likes you, so you're safe from being kicked unless you spook him from behind."

His smirk lingers, but there's a distinct... happiness, about it.

"I think if he gets used to you more, you could try to hop on his back."

Bareback, mind. Glenn doesn't exactly have a saddle for Moralta, or even some reins, at the moment.