[j] conquistador

I just always assumed they could smell the borders regardless (or at least were aware of pack presence) *is dumb* lol. Oopsie. :x

The pale woman ghosted forward, closer to him, the growl in her throat resounding deeper, the threat clear to him in the taunt pull of muscles beneath her ivory coat. Words had never been anything Kingumut had been particularly talented with, nor intelligent with. Words took away what made them excelling predators. He believed it would strip away the strength of instinct which was why he was a man of instinct and body language and little else. This was why he did not like words. They could be deceptive, but they could also make a huge mess of everything. They could be misinterpreted. From Kingumut's standpoint neither one of them seemed to be understanding the other. His Hunter's patience was beginning to wear down; but he kept it in place for she had not answered his question. Would she have told him 'no we are not Tartok' he would have left half a conversation ago, but she did not. Neither did she affirm it. He was stuck on the cusp of truth and his assumptions — which clearly was not a good place to be. “Mannaugivva,” Not long He responded truthfully, part of the Tartok wondering why he bothered. Clearly this wasn't going well. Tartok was family, no matter what, but he did not feel like family. “We can, we will; The strong survive.” He spoke the Tartok mantra to her, though there was that sliver of doubt that hissed that he was wasting his breath with her.

Perhaps these wolves were not Tartok after all. Perhaps he'd been wrong. It would be a disappointment to come to that conclusion but it was the only one he could currently foresee; lest the tides turned in his favor. He did not repeat his question for he thought it would be largely necessary. He gave out only what he believed he was allowed and nothing more. Tartok didn't give away details of their inner workings; and suspicion wasn't enough to make him believe.