Spitfires are a desert breed of dragon. Their dull brown bodies contrast with their brilliant turquoise markings, and they only blaze brighter when these dragons fight. Spitfires are notorious for their territorial natures, and the wing-edges of most are ripped and tattered before their first year is out. Spitfires are also noteworthy for their brilliant blue fire, which is used not for hunting or fighting, but rather for making glass caves from the sand, in which the dragons can soak up the sun.

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.

Vixen likes to secrete herself in her glass cave and watch the humans approaching Cerberus' glass castle, so sure of the treasures they will find there. She watches their advance, the swagger, the laughter, the plans they make. She sees them when they see Cerberus...the fear that lights their eyes, the clumsy attempts to run through the sand, their fall under Cerberus' claws and teeth. She chews thoughtfully on a bone while chuckling at the stupidity of this one, escaping Cerberus, only to plunge into her domain.