I think peony would just find a corner store, buy smokes and start researching. She'd probably also realize her curse is far harder to deal with (Not being able to eat 2 entire cows a week for free) and get pissy. Eventually she'd move to the countryside and mope, or open a 'talk to your pets!' type business. She'd also probably ******* love a zinger box.
But now i'm interested, it's time to write this more in depth.
Peony opened her eyes after meditating, the realm of smoke and burning trees returning to her mind... She looked onto the mechanical hellscape infront of her, lights and sounds hurting her already pained head. The 'earmuffs' she felt over her ears were quickly thrown off, at the woman on one of those glowing sheets that was talking about.. a cult? She didn't listen, nor care.
Eventually, with at least some struggle, she got outside. The druid looked up at a magpie, her smoke trailing out, speaking to the beast. It took some convincing but the thing was helpful, explaining at least where she could find a horse... which happened to be a street over.
There is a lot of words to describe the lycan; law-abiding isn't any of them. She communed with a horse, convinced it to walk away for a bit, and killed it. One much needed meal later she found another horse in the paddock, one that didn't see her actions, and took it.
It took a bit of talking to the local fauna, the kangaroos and cows to figure out anything to do, before she got the confidence to talk to a person. Some poor cashier at woolies would have had one hell of a conversation. After her.. high level of ignorance, and lack of knowledge of magic and the like, the elf decided to be.. more quiet. She wasn't a fool, this place was dangerous.
((I might add to this. I think it's a fun prompt to send my fuckass little guy in. And yes, I am both aussie and a street away from horses.