Well, at least it's dead. Wake can only look on in horror for a moment, before remembering that he's a healer and this is probably his job. That's a shitton of blood, and without much to bind it, the boy shambles to life. Sticking the flask in Corbie's mouth and moving to peel away a part of the creature's carapace, wiping it clean on his own fur... good enough. It had taken some effort to pull it away, but adrenaline was still coursing through the boy's system.
Pressing the clean enough piece of hide against the wound, he'd need to wait for the blood to clot before doing much else. No good place to get a fire going, at least down here. It would probably need cauterizing, but that would have to wait. "I'll uh. Handle this, I guess. If someone can find something to tie this in place, at least she won't bleed out before I can get her home." Wake's gaze flicks to Venom, unsure how much help the other woman would be.