Vacation in the moors.

[Victor Wolfe]

Passing through the gate Victor had begun to explore the area, the hilled woodland would provide a great hunting ground, the terrain harsh enough to give a challenge with the wet squelching of the mud beneath his feet making it difficult to move too quickly without losing one of his boots. Drawing his daggers he decided that he would likely not need the stealth powers of his belt, after all the undead where not the smartest of prey.  A sadistic grin spread across his face as he examined his blades the thought of them tearing into dead flesh almost causing a shiver down his spine. A tingle of anticipation as he stalked through the hills. 
 
"How best to go about this? Maybe kidnap a villager from that town and hang them from a tree as bait? Hmmm whilst their screams would draw attention it might draw a bit too much attention. Guess I will just do it the old fashioned way and take in the sights until I spot one of the rotting fiends." He said to himself as he scanned the horizon, the trees casting dark shadows across the path he had to wonder if any of the shadows dancing in the moonlight were his targets hidden by the foliage. 
 
Stretching out his muscles one at a time he made sure that everything had healed properly, even with his regeneration things could take a while to get back to full strength but from what he could feel everything seemed to be as good as new. Spinning his daggers in his hands and whistling he taunted "come out, come out wherever you are” his eyes filled with the thrill of the hunt.