The plan she had hatched was rather impromptu and uniquely suited to the night that it occurred. She’d seen no reason to alter what little they’d already prepared and just gone with it, innovating and improvising what new was thrown her way. Andromeda had wanted some small measure of vengeance on the family that had torn her apart, and Hermione was far too willing to give the mother of her pups exactly what she craved. Nymph had simply been happy to taste fresh blood, her mind far too absorbed into subservience to ignore a hunt.