"Oi, you, move," Lynna snapped. She pushed the man aside and took off her shirt, whishing she'd word a shirt with sleeves, but who wore a sleeved shirt running? Dressed in just her rather fancy bra, she tore the shirt in half and hastily wrapped them around the girl's arms before lifting her to her feet. "Come on, girl, we have to move. One foot in front of the other."
She all but lifted the girl by one arm, rushing her to the the entrance. Faster, faster, a batton was not much good against a thing like a wolf! Let alone a pack.