Liz didn't kniw how to fight. She didn't want to attack the wolves. But she would have to defend herself. She knew that. She looked around for something that might help but weapons weren't exactly handy. She picked to a decent size stick. She felt ridiculous but it was all she saw that she could use as a weapon. Hopefully it would be of some use. She braced herself for an attack. When one of the wolves headed towards her she closed her eyes and swung her stick widly.