Redsand Canyon better than to let it fester

"Is it?" Ruenna mused, intrigued that the concept of marriage would be attributed solely to humans, when so many species mated for long term or life. "Mate, then," she amended, on the off-chance that the auxilia found the concept of mateship less offensive than marriage. 

Humankind was not often spoken of in these Wilds. Given this woman's extremely unusual appearance and her casual mention of humans, Ruenna wondered if she might be a dog. If she was, she would be the first Ruenna had encountered in person. How extraordinary.

The soldier propped herself upright in a manner utterly devoid of grace or dignity, but Ruenna quickly dismissed any assumptions that might have arisen. If she was indeed a dog, raised among humans, she would have a very different cultural and social upbringing. Perhaps the qualities that wolfkind found objectionable were actually celebrated by humankind.  

There was also the fact that grace, dignity, poise and attractiveness were not necessary characteristics of a soldier. Germanicus had obviously looked past the crude language and strings of drool, and he had seen potential somewhere beneath those flowing, fleshy wrinkles. Ruenna would trust his judgement. 

"It did happen quickly," Ruenna smiled in good humor, acknowledging the hastiness of the marriage agreement. "And I am not your boss. You still report solely to Germanicus." 

What kind of needs? 

"Well, your medical needs, for one," Ruenna answered. She gestured to the herbs she had laid down. "I can can mix a medicine to apply to your wounds. It will soothe the infection and aid in healing." Was Diesel familiar with herbal medicine? Ruenna had heard that humans used stings to deliver mind and body-altering substances to animals, similar to to way bees deliver shots of poison. It seemed to Ruenna a brutal, unnatural way to treat creatures in their charge.