[j] conquistador

Ah, ok! :3

The ivory leader held his attention until aside from the subtle shift of movements the ebony male watching was almost forgotten about. Not entirely, of course, but Kingumut's attention remained focused upon where it belonged. Her. She misunderstood him, he understood as soon as she spoke, another snarl tearing loose from her lips. He had not meant to insinuate that he'd tracked anyone here because he hadn't. It was true he'd wandered in the general direction Aariak had gone in but the youngest of the Tartok brothers had left days before Kingumut had decided he would continue on, leaving the middle brother with Uncle and his never ending stories. Uncle had interesting stories, worthy of hearing but as a man of little words Kingumut sometimes found his Uncle's love of words to be unnecessary; and at any rate Kingumut was sure he could recite them word for word in his sleep by now if he wished to (he did not wish to, as it stood). He should have been more specific he saw now, but specifics where words were concerned was not his specialty. He was not graced with a silver tongue, and favored cryptic over honey. A soft frown played at the edges of the Hunter's lips as he considered the best way to explain himself without further earning her ire. 

“I did not track any wolf here,” He clarified in a low, admitting rumble, keeping his posture low to show that he recognized her dominance in this situation. “My brother headed in this general direction some days ago but as you spoke his trail is long gone.” Kingumut gave pause here, before he spoke once more, “I do not know that you are Tartok, but you speak the language and the strongest scent on your borders strikes me as familiar.” He could not place a name to the scent. While it was true that Tartok was likely not the only pack that spoke Inuit (again he didn't know) he hadn't heard many other wolves speak it, in the rare occurrence that he forced himself to interact with any outside of Tartok. This did not look well, he recognized, how this was going, and he still hadn't found the answer to his question: were the wolves here Tartok or were they not? Regardless, Kingumut remained patient for there was little else he felt he could do.