Karen lived roughly five miles away from the docks, which was really too far for her to travel in her werewolf form comfortably. It wasn't that the journey would be to hard on her; she'd travelled farther distances than that before. Rather, she simply preferred not to do so.
Part of the problem was a stealth factor; people might notice a werewolf crossing the road, even if they simply thought it was someone in a costume. Attention, Karen had learned, was bad. Part of how effectively she did her work was that noone believed a vigilante werewolf existed, save for her enemies. If anyone credible, such as a police officer or city official were to see her, it would lend credence to the rumours that floated around the city from time to time about her existence. That couldn't be allowed to happen, as the police would certainly want to take her in for questioning.
Practicality was the other reasoning behind her driving to the docks. If it turned into an all-night stake out, the dawn would rob her of all of her weaponry, and leave her rather naked in the face of her enemies. Plus, people would be even MORE likely to notice a leggy, naked blonde running down the road.
Karen quickly changed into a cheap, paint-stained tshirt and an equally cheap pair of shorts. She planned to disrobe before she changed, but if she was pulled over by the police on her way to the docks, it wouldn't do for her to be indecent.
Climbing into her 200o Honda Accord, Karen sped off towards the docks, eager to get the night's festivities started. She drove without incident, careful not to let herself drive terribly fast or aggressively.
She pulled off onto a dirt road adjacent to the docks, parking her car in a small clearing that afforded her a good view of incoming vessels. She exited the vehicle, sitting on the hood of the car, watching the ocean. She smoked a clove while she waited, also keeping her senses open for signs she'd been spotted or followed, though she knew the risk was low. In reality, she'd just wanted to smoke a clove cigarette, really the only guilty pleasure she allowed herself.
Soon enough, her clove was finished, and her fears of being spotted were allayed. She carefully extinguished the smoke, then peeled off the tshirt and shorts, standing naked in the dim moonlight, ready to change.