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.

He's seen standing, running, walking, flying, lying down, sleeping, possibly swimming, and just about every other thing, except he absolutely refuses to sit.

When approached by another creature he just spouts "my hovercraft is full of eels" at them, thus earning him his odd name and an easily believed theory among his adopted siblings that his egg may or may not have been dropped a few times.

Though this is all he ever says (and possibly the only English he knows) it's quite obvious he takes immense pride in the fact of having licked every living thing in his caverns. Repeatedly.

Though many more relevant nicknames have been attempted to his mouthful of a name, the only one he will respond to is "Antlerpig", and dramatically snaps attention if it's voiced in so much as a whisper within earshot.