The Heartwood the comedy is that it's serious

After the initial gush, the bleeded slowed to a steady trickle. Lane held her paw out to the man when he asked, although somewhat reluctantly. A few drops of blood fell into the snow as she did so. 

With the bleeding subsiding, Lane's panic ebbed away. Holland seemed to have warmed a little, so she chanced a request. "I'd still like to wrap it, if you have the time... There might be some cobwebs nearby?" Doubtful these wood would produce much else of value.