"Good! Can't have a civilization without a couple semioticians running around," but, if she meant that with any sarcasm, Skuld nodded with a certain earnesty, joining Ace in watching their feline companion make shirt work of her snack, than set back to rub her tongue over her fangs. "Let her smell you first and she should be OK. But, she is a cat. She's got cat-nature and such."

(OOC: my apologies- the pool broke yesterday.)