Spotted Greenwings are relatively small nocturnal dragons. Easily recognizable by the fleshy appendages growing off of their head and rump, they are most commonly seen in forests at night, leaping and soaring from tree to tree. While generally social, spotted greenwings are very quiet and rarely make any sort of vocalization. Their bodies are unusually warm to the touch, though they are unable to breathe fire. Greenwings are voracious feeders and will consume nearly any living thing that they can fit in their mouths.

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

The Mirkwood Greenwings were lounging about, as usual, when they heard a group moving through the forest. It was a strange gathering of 14 or so Pygmies, followed by a Magi. "Keep quiet! They're coming this way." Lichentail hissed towards the giggling coming from the tree nearest the one he was perched in. Turning his attention to the approaching dragons, he heard snippets of their conversation; apparently they were heading to somewhere called 'The Lonely Mountain', then one, who seemed to be the leader, kept repeating something about a vast horde of treasure, and some others were whispering about "Bilbo's ring", whatever that meant, and the Magi kept insisting "Don't leave the path!". As one, the Greenwings began to sing:

"O, where are you going

With tails all a-wagging

No knowing, no knowing

What brings little dragons

And also a Magi

Down into our forest in June!"

Seeing their startled expressions, the Greenwings laughed heartily before fading back into the shadows.