[ Ilsa keeps chattering on, thankful for that quarter in pediatric ER techniques. ]

Oh, not so many that the mundanes notice, but there's a fair number of them about. They have to hide, just like any other uncanny folk in my world. Most of the ones I know are in the park service, fish and game enforcement.

You get some who actually are used to the cities, and it's even odds that they're on the police force or in bail-bondsman services.

I've heard about rogue hunters, but only in unsubstantiated rumors. The elders of their tribes tend to take care of the troublemakers quietly, without outside help.

[ She pours a glass of water for him, and hands him some aspirin. ]

There, that wasn't so bad, now was it?