The Heartwood the comedy is that it's serious

Melaine simply stared. His plan was to pull out the shard and then just.. leave her here with an actively bleeding puncture wound? Really?

Lane's parents would have crushed marigold and chervil root into a poultice, applied it to the wound, and then wrapped the paw in cobwebs. They would have either stayed close to monitor the patient or otherwise ensured that the patient was safe and looked after. 

But that was why the Vitales were the best, Lane supposed. That was why packs paid their lofty fees, and lone wolves traveled for miles seeking them out. Granted, Holland wasn't working with much here. It wasn't like he could magic marigold out of thin air. It was just that leaving a patient laying all alone, in a burned-down forest, in the middle of winter, furiously licking her open wound seemed a little.. cold. 

He told her that wild garlic would help, and Lane dropped her gaze wearily. Rubbing it in garlic would help for a superficial scrape, sure, but a puncture like this? Nuh-uh. It needed to be wrapped. If Holland couldn't help, she'd figure out a way to do it herself. 

"Just do it," she sighed out, discouraged. She braced herself and waited.