"So it is possible," she agreed and let him in to the place, noting his cleanliness with a smile. He presented a covered box or cage and she lifted a questioning eyebrow as he spoke. A cage, a creature? Inside was a small golden beast no bigger than a hound's whelp, only the face was undoubtedly feline. It struck her suddenly that knew enough of the Asgardians to know about the connection of cats to Freya. "You've done your homework, my lord," she murmured, stunned by the implications and holding a hand in the cage for the lion cub to come to. "We do not have many lions around the Golden city, must less a Nimerian."
The lion cub sized her up and braced himself to put all it's strength behind a high squeaking cry. Brunhilde did her best to not laugh, scooping him up cage to hold and look at the gift. "What a fearsome beast," she murmured, looking face to face with the little furry one in her arms. You are generous Ares, and you have my gratitude."