Each Fever Wyvern carries a unique and very deadly disease on the spines of its tail. To make up for a lack of physical strength, the dragons use this disease to their advantage by poisoning prey and fending off attackers. The illness will quickly render victims helpless before eventually killing them. A Fever will track its prey until the target can no longer move. Usually a solitary breed, these dragons will only come together during mating season, and will flare out the brightly colored sails along their wings to help attract potential mates. Although it has been observed that the wyverns are nocturnal, they will often pick an open spot of sunshine to curl up in and sleep as the day passes by.

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.

Rachel slipped silently through the trees after the human hunter, flicking her tail softly across the leaf litter.

Soon.

The fool had strayed from the paths and into the woods, chasing after a large stag. The dark trees had swallowed him up, and he'd quickly got lost. His frantic thoughts and fearful imaginings had sung to her, marking him as her prey.

Not long now.

It hadn't been hard to hide, to position herself so she could prick him with her spines from the cover of a thorny bush.

Almost.

He stumbled, his whole body shaking. He pulled his cloak tighter, muttering about unseasonable cold. Confusion about the weather clouded his thoughts as pushed on through the trees.

Nearly ready.

Rachel trembled with anticipation as the hunter sunk to his knees in a clearing, no longer able to feel his legs.

Terror was such a wonderful taste.

She deliberately rustled the leaves as she stepped out. She so loved the see the look of desperate realisation on her prey's face.

Dinner was served.