The sound of howling had caused Tarkutt to raise his ears and partially forget the previous events. Everything seemed to be going wrong. First it had become apparent that Rose's bite was worse than it had appeared. Then Artemis had returned, and it was clear now that he would need to act fast. Although he was concerned for the others, her wounds were the top priority to treat. 
He snatched all of his herbs from the snow and carried them at a swift trot to the edge of the clearing where she lay; the prospect moving her rang alarm bells in his head. Very gently with his paw, he shifted the wolf onto her side, deciding to treat the lacerations on her flanks first. He pressed oak leaves and horsetail to the wounds, taking care of the more severe ones first, and dutifully began licking the blood off of her. The panic in him had vanished by now, replaced with total focus. He took her pulse with a paw against her throat and glanced toward Bane and Rose, hoping for some authority or control. 
"Need to clot the blood," he muttered to himself. "Herbs aren't fast enough...need to close some wounds." He paced as he spoke, tore some narrow thorns from a bare bush. It was doubtlessly going to hurt Artemis, but better to do it while she was asleep. Sticking his tongue between his teeth in concentration, he used his paws to hold the first wound shut, then stitched the wound with the small thorns. Every once in a while he stopped to check her breathing and heart. 
"We might need something to drag her on," Tarkutt said, half to the wolves nearby and half to himself. "I don't want to risk her moving and opening her wounds. Things are going to be slow." He spoke at the same time he was cleaning and treating the less serious scratches, taking his time. He sighed before saying one last thing. "Hopefully she hasn't lost more blood than she can afford to."