Ouroboros Spine x-ing a paragrab

The lofty Tundrian was in general, a peaceful soul. Humble and soft spoken. Mild mannered. She was not one to instigate a fight. But she would, however, end one. Some at first take might mistake Keyni as weak. Take her nobility and patience for being too cushy. That was a severe error. When roused, as she must, under her guise was a fearless, tenacious spirit. But never laced with the darkness of malevolence. Just a burning passion.

Her kindred Queen's cry rang like shattered bell in her ears, calling forth all of Moonglow to her aid. A sinner was in their midst. A threat, an impurity that must be purged. Without delay she descended down from the rocky slope she had been treading. Pebbles and shale tumbled in the wake of ivory paws, heart beating furiously against her chest. Blood was in the air, newly spilt. Cresting down, snow and flame clashed, tangling. Instantly she was bearing down furiously on the reddened one. She made no sound, no snarl as her teeth snapped, aiming for her exposed rump.