There was a woodland area which Odin had decided to explore today. He wasn't really one for nature, or he hadn't been until recently, but he felt it necessary to make the journey. After all, he had recently gained newfound magical powers: powers that attuned him to nature. Granted, his magic was to do with poisons and weakening his enemies over time to eventually destroy them, but it still gave him powers over the natural world. As he was, that day, he sat in the middle of a clearing, trees covering him on all sides about ten metres. The grass was a lush green, and Odin felt himself connected to the world. He closed his eyes, and started breathing deeply.
Breathing was obviously not a necessity for the Lich to survive, but he felt it brought him calm and peace that he wouldn't be able to achieve otherwise. There weren't many feelings Odin could still experience, but the wind was certainly as special one. Right now Odin wasn't wearing his armour, instead allowing the wind to pass through his body. The frequency of the wind resonated with the Lich's skeleton, and a beautiful melody was produced