[j] conquistador

No worries! And I understand, it's kind of hard to find the best translation to fit what your character wants to say, lol. :p

Aside from the glimpse spared in the ebony male's direction when he shifted his weight, the soft shuffle of the movement catching the Hunter's keen ears, which perked and pivoted to either side of his skull; aside from that Kingumut's attention remained focused upon the ivory woman asking the questions. Her demand for him to prove himself did not come wholly unexpected. It was not just Tartok's standards that a pack require those seeking to count themselves among it's ranks to prove themselves. Or so Kingumut had been led to believe, anyway. Tartok was all that he knew, and erring to the side of frankness all he cared to know. No other wolves would have the strength and dominance to hold him, he believed. His interests had never lain in outriding so he was not extremely well versed in packs outside of Tartok. He didn't need to be, as far as he cared. He was a Hunter, and the only time he paid attention to wolves outside of Tartok was when he was observing a target. Mostly, he tracked herds but there was always an occasional wolf that had wronged Tartok, and dutifully the Hunter would seek his prey. What it was he was hunting was never of a consequence to him: he was loyal and to the most dominate: obedient. 

“Aquijuq.” Hunt. “I track. Prey...” He paused and added, “and wolves.” Both were equally important; and if she truly was Tartok then Kingumut assumed she would understand. Wolves could not be allowed to do what they wanted to Tartok and take no consequences for their actions; and prey was their life source. Without it there would be no food chain for them to perch themselves atop of.