Blackfeather Woods a gentle sound, the rollin' in the graves

"faster, Scylla." the girl's brows crease, but the woman urges her daughter on with a swift prod to her shoulder. the girl growls, and her lips twitch into the ghost of a smile. she moves again, swiping a paw against her mother forelimb while in the same moment lurching upwards, managing this time to catch the fur of her nape. she hangs on a moment before stepping back, smug. 

this time, Cassiopeia's muzzle moves to reveal a true smile. "good. remember; only use this when your opponent is moving towards you. otherwise, they will not falter." a flash of movement has her gaze dance to Hela, who launches herself wildly from where she'd been inching herself to her mother's left, nearly out of view of her peripheral vision. she hesitates a moment before sidestepping, allowing her daughter to gain a weak hold on her shoulder before dislodging her. despite her short-lived success, a grin lights up the girl's features. Cassiopeia snarls in feigned anger, swiping a paw at her daughter, who backpedals rapidly. Scylla moves to launch herself at her mother's ear, and Hela takes the opportunity to attack her forelimbs. Still, she prefers this to when they set themselves on each other.