Maybe that was why she hadn't smelt any other weres in town - they were all out here. Suddenly the scent of two others was woven into the tapestry that floated throughout the wood, and Juliet paused for a moment before continuing forward, around a hemlock tree and through another set of bushes before coming within a few feet of a young man holding a camera. He quite clearly was some kind of a shapeshifter; he smelled like a wolf, but not like any that were in the pack she'd left behind in Nevada. Juliet made no sudden movements, instead watching him just as warily as he was probably watching her.
"I mean no intrusion to you or your pack," she started, trying to sound as civil and polite as possible. Hopefully they'd just tell her to get out, and she could leave York as soon as possible. She really didn't want to have to explain why she was in York, or be forced into joining a new pack simply because she'd failed to announce herself.
"Is your Ulfric nearby?" Maybe that was the scent of the other were she had detected - whoever they were, they were definitely strong. This one in front of her, he seemed barely over being a pup, and she could certainly tell that she was stronger than he. But in no way did she attempt to threaten him; the last thing she needed was to piss off her own kind and end up dead.