Haunted Wood take my head and kick it in

Her fur's caked with mud, mostly the silver of her nape and belly.  She's hidden among the willows in hopes of perfecting her stalk and crouch for when she sneaks.  Her trade's not the sort for hunting.  She couldn't care less about that; leave it to the soft wolves.  She means to master the skills needed to become a rogue, and while her pelt is great for night-stalking, the silver and white on her back and chest complicate matters.  So, she's rolled around in the mud, dulling the color and sullying up her fur in general.

Now she pads between the trees, slinking around trunks and being mindful of her pawsteps.  She's swift and purposeful; her body is built for speed and ease of movement.  Banshee's large ears swivel as she sneaks through the copse.  All she hears are various nocturnal creatures.  Her nostrils flare -- nothing of note there, either.  She continues on.