[j] conquistador

No problem! :-) I followed your format, Gina, with the italics being the English translation.

Why? The Inuktitut word fell from the ivory leader's lips, his native tongue lilting in her voice, gruff for a woman; but the Hunter did not make his judgments based upon voice. He understood that she did not trust his word, mirroring his own sentiments. Words were useless to him. They could mean several things, they could be deceptive. Lies. He trusted his assessments, his keen eye and honed senses, he trusted the betrayal in the movements of muscle, the subtle shift of stances, the dilation of pupils, the catch in breathing. Physical things. “Nuutsumarinatuq” To settle, he spoke. It was why their Uncle had ushered them from Siku's branch. What lay beyond that purpose, Kingumut hadn't asked. Uncle was the dominate of them, asserting himself as their leader, given the respect he desired because of his experience and his ability to hold them. Kingumut recognized the most dominate as Alpha, and their Uncle, when they had departed from Siku had asserted himself above them. Guiding them even though he and his brothers were into their third year of life. More than adult enough.

“I am Kingumut Tartok,” He offered his name to her (and in effect her ebony guardian) in the common tongue (because Victoria couldn't find the translation for 'I am' in Inuit), though his baritone carried the lilting accent of his people.“Kinauvit?” Who are you? He inquired of her, though his eyes went further, asking if she, too and this place was Tartok. Tartok was a secretive bunch and he had no intentions of giving out valuable information until he knew for sure he'd found the right place. If she was truly of Tartok, then he believed that she would understand; and if she didn't then he would have his answer. Or so this was how the Hunter's perception made him see.