"Do you think there's many of us that..." He bites his lip, uncertain. How to say this? "Are experienced enough to go on a hunt?"

These are all kids and he's been the youngest Hunter for so long he's a little doubtful of most of these people's skills. His hand comes up to his chest, looking for something that isn't there and he scowls briefly.

"I'd have to get my dog tags back first." There's no way in hell that he's going on a Hunt without his tags... not... that there's anyone here that'd be waiting for them.