He lies in wait for hours, even days. The goal is not to outsmart the prey. It is to be one with the prey. To feel its movements, anticipate its actions before the first firing of a neuron. And when he makes his move, the killing blow is swift and merciful, for he is severing a part of himself.
There is a grace to it, this waltz of death.
And when the music stops, he begins the search for a new dance partner.