Neverwinter Forest depollute me, pretty baby

Is that your favourite version of that song? :3 I definitely grew up with the Hendrix version but I love folkier stuff too. 

She listened to the simple songs of the forest; the creak of the softwood trees in the gentle breeze, the soft scratching of a squirrel's claws on bark. She heard the thrum of a little bird's wings as it flitted from tree to tree, pausing to investigate her for a moment before it continued on. She felt no obligation to hide the sound of her own footsteps as none of the forest's current inhabitants seemed perturbed whatsoever by her presence; it seemed to know that wolves had been here, and that wolves belonged here. 

Her ears turned as a new sound caught her attention, one which alarmed her a bit when she first heard it. It sounded like a guy, and it sounded like he was singing? She hunkered down and began to creep, not necessarily wanting to trust some dude who just wandered through woodlands, singing, until she got a good look at him. The song was slow, meandering, and once she was close enough to understand the words, she found herself confused by their meaning. 

She wondered how close she could get, and if he would keep singing even though the song seemed to end. She couldn't see him yet to judge him by his looks, but he smelled like a pack wolf.