Split Dragons use their sharp teeth and wings to hunt large animals and rarely eat plants. They are intelligent dragons who enjoy mental challenges, preferably alone; Split Dragons are normally solitary except during mating season. When mating, many dragons come together in a group to raise their eggs and hatchlings. These groups tend to be very noisy—reminiscent of a thunderstorm—and last only until the hatchlings are capable of surviving on their own.

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.

Two-headed dragons are unique enough to deserve a separate classification from ordinary dragons. They have two necks, two brains, two mouths, but one stomach and one main body. The two heads usually work together, but there are times when they will fight each other, snapping back and forth. Their unique anatomy prevents them from breeding with single-headed dragons.

Pontius Eleutherius is a covetous two-headed dragon. When he isn't sitting in his mountain cave counting coins, Pontius can be found hunting wild cattle, sheep, and goats in the upland river valley he calls home. Very few humans or dragons see him, not due to his own greed and territoriality but rather because the valley is so barren. Groves of aspen, juniper, and pine shelter frigid streams and a plateau rises up above his abode. The herds of feral livestock may attest to a settlement that lived in the valley once, but there is no other evidence of humans.

Pontius has yet to find a mate that will live with him up in the inhospitable wind and cold. He doesn't think about loneliness, and so hasn't actively pursued another dragon.

Unlike some two-headed dragons, Pontius' heads do not have individual names. They've worked out an agreement: When the sun rises, the right head has to let the left do whatever it wants. When the moon rises, the left must give way.