Right, of course not, he knows that would have been way too easy.

When the wolf lunges for him, Nick braces himself, readying to either duck at the last minute or maybe even just let himself be pounced, depending on - oh. Or, well. He could just crash into a cupboard door, that works, too.

While the wolf is, uh. Otherwise occupied, Nick digs through the kitchen drawers until he finds a sturdy, solid looking rolling pin. What, he's going for blunt instrument here, all right? He's trying to get him unconscious, not injure him unnecessarily.

And then, because he's a jerk with a lack of self-preservation, he clicks his tongue against his teeth like he would when calling over a dog. "Hey wolfy, you still with me, or did you save me the trouble of knocking you out?"