Even in human form, Accalia's pupils shone occasionally in the dim light as her retinas reflected it back. Her posture could easily be mistaken as relaxed by someone who didn't know her–– in reality she was balancing caution with an instinctive refusal to show any sign of weakness. Even with her incredible senses, after all, she couldn't truly know if she was being watched. This city was full of [i]weird[/i] people with [i]weird[/i] abilities, and it didn't seem at all out of the question that one such ability would be to dodge the olfaction of a werewolf somehow. 

Her surroundings got much darker as she approached the sector of city whose power had gone out, though her eyes had little trouble adjusting to the lack of street lamps. It smelled of fading car exhaust, and faintly of fear. The place was almost ghostly in its emptiness. With a nervous yawn, she pressed on, making note of the one or two windows from which light was emanating, probably because a couple of smart folks had generators. 

Time to head to the city limits, she supposed. Maybe she'd get some answers out there. Accalia cracked her neck as she trotted in almost-silence.