As if on cue, Danielle's eyes were drawn to the black feline using Travis as a standing post. Either the cat was the trusting kind or there was the type of familiarity between the two that indicated the older Bourke was the cat's owner, more than it being a wild animal. Had Travis ever spoken about having animals? She didn't think so. However, catching her mind going on a tangent, the Dhampir ripped her gaze away from the creature and refocused on her friend instead. While she had a feeling that not all was as it seemed, at that moment she had bigger fish to fry.
The older teenager was entirely correct. For the likes of Werewolves and Dhampirs, ripping someone who rubbed them the wrong way to shreds was, indeed, all too easy; let alone those whom deeply wronged them. Danielle could entirely understand and relate to the sentiment. For as much of a pacifist as she often declared herself to be, she was entirely aware it was a purely conscious decision she often had to remind herself to not betray. A mixture of primal instincts and experience had geared her towards violence, towards righting wrongs with her own two hands (and wand, if she had enough presence of mind to reach for it instead), and the impulse was often so great it took a herculean effort to stay still. Yet, she could do it. Faith could do it. And she trusted Travis to be able to do it as well, if only he placed himself within the right mindset to do so.
She watched as he approached her, unmoving. While there was still a considerable distance between the pair, she could tell it was his way of minimally letting her in: whatever it was she was saying, it was working. That distance suited her just fine as she wasn't too keen on letting most people be within arm's reach or her anyway, even if she had let him do so before. It was something she had worked on through the year, but they had approached one another in relaxed settings; she didn't need to know if something unpleasant in her would trigger in a more tense situation, and definitely not in that one in particular.
"Pardon me for mention it..." She began. It was certainly a touchy subject, and it could very well lead Travis away, but he had brought it up first as far as she was concerned. She had to work with what she was given. "But you stated this same werewolf also killed your father. Is it correct to assume that happened in your defense?" It made sense. Travis was turned into a werewolf and his father had been 'cut open' in front of him, as the boy stated. It wouldn't be too outlandish to think those two things had occurred in the same incident.
"Don't take this as some sort of lesson, or condescension, or anything of the sort. I only wish to provide perspective." She prefaced, then taking a deep breath. It was a risky gamble, but having gone to that shack in the first place was one to begin with. She had gone there on the basis of mutual understanding. Perhaps it was just so that he could also see her point of view, every bit as much as she could see his. "I've been in a similar position. Perhaps one day I can go more into detail, but... I'll stick to stating, for the time being, that my parents went through a similar ordeal to ensure I survived. So did my sister's. And... At the end of the day, I feel that if we were to avenge them, to put ourselves in harm's way so blindly, it would be like spitting on their legacy. They've sacrificed everything for us, and we can only honor them by living on."
She averted her gaze momentarily. Talking about it alone made her uneasy; she had only allowed herself to speak of it with the school counselor, whom was in on the whole thing to begin with. "...If I can avoid jeopardizing my sister's life, I will. That's why we're in Australia. It's around a year now since my father passed, and shortly after, we met. You were the first person to be nice to me off the boat, outside of your mother. And... Here we are."
Danielle equal parts wanted to be there for him, and felt like she owed him for helping her so much throughout that year. And now that Faith was secure alongside the Estradas, she could stick her neck out a little more for her friend's sake. She did, however, prefer if he focused on living instead. "I understand some things are unavoidable, but, there's strength in numbers. And, sometimes, even if you can only see one path... That doesn't mean there aren't others just out of sight."