"Gregor," he echoes. He'd known a Gregor once, one of the more stern members of the Watch in the village neighboring his. They'd gone a few times, and he'd been intimidated every time, partially because Gregor had remembered a particular bit of mischief Detlef had gotten up to his first visit. That doesn't make it a bad name, though. It is sturdy. And a tiny horse needs a strong name.

"Gregor the Bold," he says as the small horse tries for another taste of human flesh. That'll take some getting used to, he thinks as he hands an apple over rather than his arm. "It's set, then. And I'm sure he'd like faces that become familiar. Animals appreciate that, especially after being out in the wilds alone for however long he was."