Emberwood May the bridges I have burned light my way back home

He wasn't part of a pack, no scent of others. Yet, his voice suggested that he was a leader. She still held some hope. "I'm Maja," she greeted, suddenly conscience of how she looked. That was honestly never a problem for her, beauty didn't keep her alive, so it wasn't top priority, especially since she was a loner now. She brushed off the feeling and returned her focus back to the wolf. 
 "And you?", she asked curiously.