Redsand Canyon better than to let it fester

Even after her eyes adjusted, Ruenna might have missed the ruddy-hued woman camouflaged against the canyon's backdrop of reds and browns. It was her conspicuous scent which drew attention of the newly-minted Caeso-Redfern. 

Ruenna placed her herbs in the sand so she could speak. 

"Excuse me, auxilia?" she called out, "Are you Diesel?" Certainly this must be the canine in need of medical care, given the sickly-sweet odor of infection hanging about her. 

At least Ruenna hadn't needed to search long to find her. That was a small blessing; her lower back was already aching deeply after a night of tossing and turning followed by a morning of exploration.