Giselle and Maurice both cowered away when Vadim lunged forward, claws extended. Maurice cursed softly, both at his plans being foiled and at such unnecessary injury to an innocent creature. At first glance the marks looked deep, almost bad enough that he thought they may have to put the mare down. He'd check them better when they got home, though.

"O-of course..." He said, ushering his wife back into the cart, and quickly loaded up the buckets of roses before jumping into the driver's seat. "We shall await your arrival..." He said, nervous sweat rolling down his face, neck, and body. There was no way now that they could run, with the horse injured so... But perhaps... No. Such thoughts would only bring more disaster upon their family.