Frankie
Amaryllis laid in the barn in a pool of blood, a mixture of both her own and that of her flock. A few stragglers were hiding in the shadows of the barn, bunching together and frozen with fear. A few had fled into the blizzard, swallowed up by the darkness of the night, but the majority stayed in the shelter of the barn. Even a monster such as the shifter was no match for the rage of winter. Yet it would be these sheep that would lead Col to the shelter of the barn.
What seemed like hours had passed, and the storm continued to howl with as much force as ever. Admittedly, Amaryllis had no concept of time at this point. Suffering from blood loss and extreme pain, she had slipped into a state of shock, and the cold from loss of blood and the snow swept in by the wind left her lips a pale blue color and her face a deathly white. She was conscious, however, and had managed to sit up and use strips of cloth to form a tourniquet around her upper thigh. It was probably for that reason, and that reason alone, that she still clung to a thread of life. The haybales, which she had once used to try to protect her flock, now provided her shelter from the worst of the wind, but also inadvertently hid her from anyone that might enter into the barn. 
Eventually, while looking up at the shifter, perched high in the rafters off the barn, she hissed through gritted teeth, "It must be easy, when you use your other forms, to overpower humans. You're too much of a coward to face a human on a level playing field." She started to say something more, but there was a scuffling and the crunch of snow under heavy feet. Multiple feet. And then the rhythm of a four-pattern step mixed with a 2-pattern step. A horse? She wasn't sure, but it sounded like someone was here, and she called out feebly, "Look up! It's a shifter!"
James
Cecilia's eyes remained closed the moment she had flown up to the beam. She attempting to get some sleep while she waited for the storm to pass. Her feathers did her justice when it came to the Icy winds so she would remain warm while the human below her freezed to death. 
**Yes, quite easily in my animal forms though if I was in my human form, I'm sure the outcome would be the same. Perhaps I can get back to you on that if you happen to survive.**
The human did realise the more energy she spent talking, the quicker she would probably die. 
As she spoke, The shifter opened her eyes and stared down towards her, wondering if she felt better than she looked considering she looked like death. Yet again, she would be close to it. She was about to continue speaking but was cut off short when she heard the human yell out. She had been too preoccupied by the human slowly dying that she hadn't noticed another make their way to the barn. 
Growing visibly annoyed, Cecilia decided to not move and instead waited for the other human to show up. It wasnt like she would easily be seen from where she was and if she was noticed, she would attack. It was as simple as that. 
**You do realise I will just attack them right? And they'll probably be in the same position you are in now.**
Bobby
Col entered the barn, and the voice that he heard was clear behind all of the hay bales. He walked over to see the woman screaming at him to look up. He did. He looked up for a few seconds, but he could hardly see the roof of the barn in the dark. He certainly couldn't spot the small bird perched on a beam. He looked back to the woman who was equally as white as the snow from all the blood she'd lost, and her lips were turning blue. There were huge pools of blood around some of the sheep and around her, so he was inclined to believe that a shifter may have been present but was probably long gone and left her for dead. "There's nothing there," He said flatly as he leaned down to look at the injury on her leg. He gritted his teeth looking up at her face after glancing at her injuries, "You're lucky for that." He stood up, looking over his shoulder and up at the roof one more time. 

"You're lucky for the snow too. It's probably the only reason you're alive, so ask yourself. Do you want to keep living or do you want to go shifter hunting... In the middle of a blizzard... While half your blood is pooling around your arse."
Frankie
Not quite what Amary had envisioned for her rescue certainly, but it was better than winding up dead. This man was flat and rather harsh. Or rather, matter-of-fact. He seemed to pull no punches and care little for sympathy, so Amary wasn't quite what to think of him; however, she found that she trusted him on some level. She knew Cecilia was still up there, but she feared what would happen if she spoke up again and pointed the shifter out. She would lose her only source of possible survival.
"No," She murmured, shifting a little as she pushed herself into more of a seated position, though the very act caused her to groan in agony. "Just... Just forget it. I... I must be seeing things," She continued, after a pause. 
She cast one more glance up at the rafter on which the shifter was perched, giving the creature a hate-filled glare. If she ever saw a shifter again, she wouldn't hesitate for a moment to kill it. And she would see to it that she had the means to as well.
"Please help me..." She looked down at the pitchfork stuck in her leg, grimaced, and quickly looked away again. It was too grisly for her to look at, let alone remove, but somebody would have to do it.
James
She was amused as the girl was forced to stay quiet without making herself out to be crazy. It was to her luck that the man hadn't seen her and planned on using that to her advantage. Had she planned on attacking him? She was unsure. 
It was as if her whole body and thought process ran on instinct, never properly assessing the situation at hand. 
Using her wings for balance, Cecilia made her way down from the roof though made sure to be as far from them as possible. This way Amaryllis wouldn't know where she was currently hiding which she hoped would increase her fear and paranoia. Cecilia made sure to not land where any blood stained the floor in fear that it would leave behind a trail. **Isnt he just a sweetheart? It would be a shame if he didn't save you in time**
Bobby
Col knelt down in the snow when she sat up then groaned. He knew that must of hurt her a lot, she was just lucky the snow was helping to numb her skin because he couldn't imagine doing what had to be done if it was summertime and she could feel every bit of pain she was bound to feel. He was focused on the pitchfork sticking out of her leg when she said she she must be seeing things, "That can happen when you're as well on your way to death or dismemberment as you are." Col was definitely flat and maybe a little harsh in his temperament most of the time, and his morbid and dry sense of humor only made him appear more flat and harsh. He wasn't the kind of person to smile at people, tell them everything would be okay if he thought there was the slightest chance of something going wrong. 

He didn't notice her glance up to the rafters because he was trying to figure out the best way to get the pitchfork out of her leg. He did hear a soft sound when the shifter moved though. Her wings made the slightest sound, and he turned to look up. He caught a slight glimpse of movement, but he couldn't tell exactly where it was coming from. He was snapped back to the situation at hand when the woman asked for help. He turned back to her with a nod, "I will. I'm going to try my best not to let you die in here, but you're really not going to like your life for a few minutes." He looked at the tourniquet she made for herself, and he retied it. It was uncomfortable, he was a little aggressive with it, but now it really was stopping her blood. He gently lifted her leg, holding it at the back of her knee while the other hand grabbed the base of the pitchfork. "On three," He gave her a little warning. "One... Two..." He yanked the pitchfork out on two.
Frankie
Amaryllis had almost responded to Cecilia, but instead had only grunted slightly in response, which could easily be attributed to the pain she was in. Verbally responding would have just made Col think that she was crazy. Granted, such craziness could come from this kind of pain, yet she preferred that he didn't think she was entirely crazy. If only the shifter could read her mind... She had plenty of words for the damn creature. Didn't even deserved to be deemed a human, and their human form shouldn't even be called that. 
Her attention was drawn away from Cecilia, though her eyes caught a flash of movement in the darkness of the barn. She quickly lost the shifter in the darkness. Now, without a clue for where the creature might be, fear seized Amaryllis. Her face grew a little paler and her palms grew clammy, her heartbeat quickening and causing her blood to pump faster, hastening her towards an untimely death. Col's tourniquet was the only thing that kept even more blood from spilling from the gaping wound. *Where is she?* Amary's mind raced. *Will she kill him too? Is she stalking us right now? Is she going to take revenge for what I said?* 
These thoughts fled like a bevy of birds moments later as Col wrenched the pitchfork from her leg, causing Amary to let out the most ungodly scream that seemed to rival even that of the howling storm. No thoughts filled her mind any longer. Only pain. Searing, mind-numbing pain. Agony. If she could have formulated the thoughts, she would have wished for death at that moment.
Instead, the young woman simply screamed and writhed. Her body was not kind enough to give her the bliss of consciousness, perhaps due to the fact that unconsciousness would bring death. Her body contorted like a snake in the throws of death, her hand clutching at the wound even as her eyes rolled back in her head. 
Finally, the worst of the pain subsided, and she collapsed flat once more, deathly quiet save for the occasional groan.
James
The one thing that irritated Cecilia when she was in bird form was how hard it was to walk due to the size of her feet. She had to shift if she wanted to move freely on the ground but that remained difficult when the sound of her bones snapping would surely grab the male's attention. 
Due to their minds being linked like they had been attached by a thread, Amaryllis inadvertently sent her thoughts to Cecilia. Fortunately for the human, it came to her all jumbled so she had to make sense of what was said through her emotions. 
After a headache and a half, she chuckled into the girl's mind. 
She was close to replying before a scream tore through the barn. Realising this was her chance to go unnoticed, Cecilia forced her bones to form into a wolf's skeletal structure followed by the complete shifting. 
When she had shifted into a wolf, Cecilia was forced to cover her ears as the scream had intensified with her hearing. She was sure that after the screaming stopped, a ringing sound will fill her ears. On the positive note, it sounded like Amaryllis was going through an excruciating pain even if it was dramatic. Once the screaming subsided, Cecilia pulled her paws away from her ears before standing up so she could grab a closer peak at the humans. What was she going to say to the girl? She was sure she was frightened that she could no longer see her and that she was probably going to kill them. 
**It would be a shame if I killed him right now. Wouldn't it?** She asked Amaryllis while taking smalls steps towards them while her body was hidden behind some stacks of hay. **Especially after he just helped you.**
Bobby
Col knew she was going to scream, but the actual sound of it was so much worse than he thought it would be. He flinched as her scream pierced the barn and seemingly everything around them. All he could do was throw the pitchfork aside, wait for her to ride out the pain. For a second it seemed as if his job was done, and he was going to leave. He stood up to walk over to the barn door the way he came in, and he scooped up a hand full of snow to press against her skin. The idea was that the cold should help her to numb, at least a little. He knew she'd still be in a lot of pain though, so he let her collapse flat on the floor for a few moments as her pain subsided a bit. 

He'd completely missed the sound of Cecilia shifting into a wolf behind them as it was completely masked by Amaryllis' screaming earlier. The wolf was prowling very quietly behind them, but he could still feel as presence. Perhaps it was because of the flicker of movement he'd seen earlier, or the fact that the woman he was trying to rescue claimed to have seen one earlier. He simply didn't feel like being in the barn was a good idea anymore, especially not after the slight rustle of hay he'd heard. He glanced back over his shoulder, and of course he saw nothing. Col led his horse into the barn, tethering his reins to a post before he went back over to the woman on te floor. He'd be back for the horse. "Let's get you home," He said as he bent back down to slide his arm under the back of the woman's legs making sure to put the injured one facing away from him. 

Whatever was in the barn with them, shifter or not, was trying to remain hidden. He wasn't going to actively seek out a fight while someone was clinging to their life. Amarylllis needed a fire, time to heal, clean bandages, and he knew that was more important than anything else. Col was armed with a sword that hung at his hip, but he didn't draw it as he picked up the woman off the floor to carry her towards the town.