"I'm not planning on hunting any werewolves down," Chris said. "Unless they do something to deserve being hunted." He scratched at his jaw. "But no. I suppose...once a hunter, always a hunter." He sighed.
He really didn't want to "be" a hunter any longer. He felt like he'd moved out of that chapter of his life. But it was ingrained in him. His training had started in the cradle, before he took his first steps.
"If something comes up, we'll deal with it. But for all intents and purposes, I'm out of the game, and I really don't want to fall back into it."