Aww... It’s a cute baby drake. It’s mostly white but has a blue stripe down its back.

Young drakes are relatively defenseless. They are born with relatively soft scales, which are shed and replaced with harder ones as the hatchling matures. Once a hatchling’s wings grow in, it marks the beginning of maturation. At this point they are often capable of hunting on their own.

Glafkos is stupid by drake standards—to many people, he is stupid by baby drake standards. Maybe it's because his father and grandfather are the same, or maybe it's some developmental error, but it's sometimes hard to tell if he simply doesn't understand things easily or has a death wish. He has crawled into his owner's lit fire pit on multiple occasions, continued chewing and eatings things that have made them throw up, and nearly drowned in a bowl of soup when he laid his head in it and inhaled. The human caring for Glafkos realized he couldn't leave the little drake alone for even a minute, so his solution was to conjure a safe forcefield ball. It's a cute sight when Glafkos is rolling around the hut inside it and works remarkably well. Occasionally, when Glafkos farts, the noise and puff of air send him into a panic and he hurts himself when he bumps the ball into an obstacle, but it's better than him running amok without the forcefield.