He listened with the silence and respect that seemed proper. Of course, he knew some of what happened in the Americas when his people arrived. He was no fan of the colonial mindset. It was all the things he disliked about Humanity in general.

Assuming, of course, she was talking about invasion by Europe. Not a smaller scale invasion by another group of her countrymen.

"I can understand wishing for a life of peace and a higher purpose than violence. However, when the folk you face don't have those same motivations..."

He searched her face as he spoke. He wasn't sure how it was appropriate to respond beyond that. Though, there was one sentiment he felt he must express plainly.

"I'd have fought alongside you."

Muskets couldn't kill Werewolves. (Though he'd wager they hurt.)