Casey'd played this game at least once before, hoping Clara was listening to reason. Going into a slide UNDER THE wolf, and jamming up with his left hand covered by the spiked blockers-pad. Especially with it's taser (home-made). Electricity jolting through the wolf, and Casey shoving to check it with himself and his hockey-stick as he got to his feet again. Shoving it to the side, before dancing back out of range of the wolf that was snapping at him.

"I'm open to suggestions!" He called, smacking at the snout, pulling out his goalie-stick too. Dual-wielding time now and managing to keep the sticks from the wolf-jaws at least.