Greg shot her a look from the corner of his eye. "I don't think so. Is it in Wales or something?" It didn't sound like a Welsh name nor Scottish nor Irish but he wasn't always good about judging such things.
Once they were in the small park, he unclipped Drakelet and let him run around the grassy area so he could take care of his crup business. The little crup knew that if he took off too far, Greg would just summon him back despite the damage to his cruppish ego.