Tarkutt crouched beside the fallen tree, trembling lightly. Luckily for him, the few wounds he did have were trivial scratches, except for the end of his tail, which was a ragged bloody clump of fur that he'd hidden between his legs. He'd had enough time to stuff a little bit of all the dry, crinkly herbs in his den into his mouth before sprinting away and hoping his pack would follow. Now he knew how stupid he looked, with a mouthful of plants. Knowing they could be needed now, he placed them all on the snow before casting a few anxious glances around the snowy forest. His heart clenched. He hoped the same plants could grow here. [i]Don't be so stupid, Tarkutt, of course they do.[/i] He forced himself to be glad that he'd brought along the few plants he had, and examined some of his choices. There were oak leaves to help stop infection, although saliva already did most of the job, horsetails to help stop bleeding, and stinging nettle leaves for swelling. 
Snow and Bane appeared to have already received some treatment, although Tarkutt made a mental note to check on them both whenever he next had a chance. However, he did notice at a glance that Rose had a bite wound. It didn't look bad, but it certainly couldn't hurt to at least offer help. Feeling his ears lower down at the prospect of speaking, he addressed Rose, "That looks a little swollen. Maybe it could use any yarrow leaves you might have leftover, and a nettle?"