[ Eating every night is somewhat of a luxury even back home and certainly not something that he particularly needs, but after so long without a square, hot meal it's hard not to indulge. Besides, the thrill of the hunt is what he missed most of all and no blood pack in the world can make up for that.
And so he's out here yet again, a clean 24 hours after he took down the great Captain Jack Harkness. Prowling, if not actively hunting, although that quickly changes once he spots the movement a little ways up ahead. Night vision is so helpful and so he creeps closer as quietly as he can, hoping to not make too much noise while trying to get a better look at the potential dinner. ]