Frankie
Several weeks passed, during which time winter truly set in. What had begun as a faint dusting of snow now became thick, heaping drifts, burying the land in a impenetrable shroud. Now was when it was most dangerous. Now was when the cold snuck in to claim the weak and infirm, like a pack of wolves circling a herd of elk. Now was when hunger would slowly sap away life. The city ground to a halt and people were rarely seen outside, turning to hibernation to survive, much like the great white bears of the northernmost regions. 
Amaryllis herself generally avoided going outside, but as a shepherdess, her flocks required her to venture out twice per day to care for them, though sometimes more. Inside the warm barn, she'd count her flock and assure everyone's well-being, feed them, provide them with fresh water, and clean out the pens they were housed in.
The nights were grew long and the days grew shorter. Today was no different as Amaryllis plowed through snowdrifts through the streets to the barn, enveloped in her thickest winter clothing. Thick gloves kept frostbite at bay as she held her lantern high and out from her body, where the meager flame did its best to ward off the stiff wind and looming darkness. Despite the thick winter clothes encasing Amaryllis' body, she continued to shiver, and the bite in the air warned her that yet another blizzard was on its way.
She arrived at the barn just in time, for snow began to fall hard and fast in thick flakes, driven by the harsh winter wind in such a way that it was impossible to see more than a few feet ahead. The flame flickered dangerously. Much later and Amaryllis could have been easily lost in the storm, here on the outskirts of the city.
Quickly, she stepped inside and shut the door behind her, locking it firmly into place so that the wind wouldn't blow it open.
James
She could feel the powdery snow that clung to her feathers dampen her as she soared through the sky, making it difficult to to stay a certain height above ground. Cecilia didn't enjoy the blanket of snow that covered most of the land, which made it difficult when it came to landing as she would have to do her best to find parts of the ground that were only dusting. If she chose the wrong place to rest, her body would instantly be submerged in snow and even though it wouldn't kill her, it would be a pain to escape without passing out from hypothermia. 
In her peripheral vision, Cecilia noticed a large structure that held a barn like appearance. Twisting her body around, the wind flow that once was guiding her and kept her gliding through the air was now battling against her. Her strength was decreasing as she fought against the harsh winter. Reaching the large closed doors that reached the barn, Cecilia landed against the thick snow which began drown her whole body into the slush. As an immediate reaction, the shifter's body began to reform until she stood naked with snow sticking to parts of her body in her human form. As she placed her hands on the wooden doors, ready to open them, her stomach cried out in hunger as she could smell and hear the animals that were begging to be eaten. Well that's what her mind told her. 
As she attempted to open the doors, she noticed that someone had locked it as it did not budge. Her jaws tightened as she looked to the door before placing her hands that shook freely from the cold and used all the strength she had left to bust the lock which opened the doors. The scent of a human invaded her senses the moment she stepped inside causing a low growl to erupt from her throat. 
She had the best of luck with these things.
Frankie
The wind howled outside, louder than any pack of wolves; it was for that reason that Amaryllis never heard the lock break. Tonight would be brutal, mused Amaryllis as she went about her work. Tonight, she wouldn't risk leaving the barn to return home, so she would spent the night here among the animals. She was prepared for such a thing, however, having stored a number of blankets here in the barn, as well as some supplies that wouldn't be harmed much by rodent activity. And on top of that, the animals produced enough warmth that she could likely stay comfortable if she laid among them. It wouldn't be the first time that she had slept amongst her animals.
She did notice a slight draft upon the creature's entrance, but was distracted by her work and the uneasy shifting amongst her flock. "Shhhh," She crooned to her the frightened sheep, who were aware of the inhuman creature amongst them. It was as if they could sense the danger and the predator amongst them. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Or rather, a wolf in human skin.

*Amaryllis had spent too much time amongst them to be oblivious to unease in her herd, but she had little fear of predators here in the barn. It was safe and warm, or at least she thought so. At most, it might be a weasel, she figured, but they were probably just spooked by the storm outside and the howling wind. She shuddered a bit herself as the wind whistled, bringing to mind many nights in the hills when the wolves would howl and she'd have to keep fires stoked and burning brightly to ward off the beasts. 
"It's just the wind," She murmured, attempting to soothe the frightened animals, as well as herself. One's mind could easily play tricks on cold winter nights such as this. 
She took up the pitch fork and began shoveling hay into the mangers, her back to the door and the creature that had just entered the snug barn.
James
She eyed the oblivious female in front of her, listening to the calming whispers she sent to the animals. It was as if she was trying to be naive to what was happening behind her, surely she couldn't have been that clueless. Then again, she was human. Her gaze focused on the animals she spoke to in a gentle tone, taking note of which one she should go for first. She knew she wasn't going to kill the human because the two of them were going to be stuck in this barn for a while as it was too dangerous to go outside with the storm growing heavier every passing minute. For certain, they were going to be snowed in and Cecilia would need company if she was to stay sane. 
Leaving the doors open behind her, the shifter ran to one of the hay stacks that were a fair distance from the entrance considering she had to be careful not to slip on the snow that she brought inside with her. 
Cecilia pulled her body behind the haystacks so she was now out of the Human's line of vision. Knowing she would have a few minutes to herself, she brought her fingers along her scalp while pressing tightly against her hair so she could wring her hair of the water left in the snow's place. Luckily she didn't have clothes that clung to her body so she didn't have to worry about wasting time pulling them off, instead she could shift immediately into her wolf form. 
Cecilia had grown used to the pain of shifting so she was able to do so effortlessly without a sound escaping her lips. Her bones dislocated from their original placement before breaking and rearranging themselves to form a new bone structure while her coat that was the same colour as the snow protruded from her skin, covering her whole body. The whole shift in general was fairly quick as the older she got, the faster and less painful it became.
Frankie
The young woman could sense more unease in the animals, though she wasn't sure what was going on exactly. Still, she knew something had to be in here. It wasn't just the storm, and as much as she wanted to deny that, the animals didn't lie. She'd seen them act this skittish many times in the hills, and that was only when something big was nearby, like a wolf or a bear. Yet, wolves wouldn't come down into the city, would they? It was too early in the winter for that, and there were sentries all around on the lookout for invaders and beasts like that. 
She gripped the pitchfork tighter in her hands, her knuckles going white as she slowly turned to face whatever it was. It had to be behind her, based on where the animals were looking, their large eyes wider than usual and lolling in their heads as they shifted nervously. A young lamb bleated for its mother, having been separated by the jostling of the herd. Amaryllis knew it would be an easy target, so she shifted a bit more in front of it and stood there, her eyes sharp as she used one hand to reach out and hold the lantern aloft, casting light into the gloomy corners of the barn.
She now saw that the barn door was open. She was sure that she had locked it. After all, no one would leave the door open with a blizzard roaring outside. Already, snow had begun to drift in, and Amaryllis knew she would have to shut it before the snow heaped up so high the doors could never be closed. Yet, the fact that the door had been unlocked and opened told her that someone-rather than something- was in here. 
"Whoever you are, come out," She said in a commanding voice. "I know you're in here!"
James
Because her body and hair had been drenched, her fur had clung onto her skin due to the moisture from the snow. Starting with her head and then throughout her body, she shook the water from her fur until she was satisfied while not once worried about rushing herself as she was the predator in this barn. Using the shadows to her advantage, Cecilia lowered her body into a crouch as she swiftly moved through the barn, hiding her body behind whatever she could find. This didn't seem to be too difficult of a task as she easily made it to the opposite side of the flock to the human. 
Her eyes shun with amusement as she eyed out which animal she was about to maul. Picking one with the shortest wool, Cecilia ran straight towards it without another thought and went straight in for the kill. Her canines buried into the Sheep's neck as a satisfying crunch broke the animal's scream for help. She wasn't interested in playing with the animals as she was with the human so she kept a hold of the sheep's neck before dashing off into the dark parts of the barn. Dropping the animal to the ground, Cecilia placed one of her front paws onto the neck and her other one on top of it so she could grab the wool with her teeth and tear it off the Sheep's flesh. This way, she would be able to get to the meat while she kept her ears perked and alert for when the human gets close.
Frankie
The animals panicked as Cecilia rushed in in wolf form, sending the sheep scattering as they dashed to the other side of the pen and bunched up in the corner, bleating and shifting uneasily as they gazed in the direction of the wolf. Amaryllis felt rather sick and queasy as she heard that distinct and unforgettable sound. The cry of pure terror suddenly cut off by the sound of crunching bone and tearing flesh. This was one thing she never got over, no matter how long she worked with them. It was always so hard to lose any of them. 
She did get a glimpse of the creature she was dealing with, however. The thick rough fur, albeit a different color from the wolves she was used to dealing with, and the long tail were unmistakable. She was dealing with a wolf in her barn. She bit her lip and hesitated, debating whether she should chase after the creature or simply try to stay near what remained of her flock to protect them. Finally, however, she determined that this wolf had to be taken care of and would probably flee if she went after it. So, with that in mind, she grabbed a nearby torch and held the pitchfork aloft, holding it like a trident of sorts, ready to launch it at the beast as soon as she was close enough.
Using the frightened gaze of her flock as her compass, she was able to pinpoint where the beast was. Quickly, she headed in that direction,, moving as quietly as she could. Soon, the acrid, coppery scent of blood filled her nasal passages,telling her that she was close to the wolf and her slaughtered sheep.
James
Cecilia didn't realise how hungry she was as she tore effortlessly into the sheep and devoured its flesh like her life depended on it. She didn't leave anything to waste besides the wool and the bones. It wasn't long until she finished and she could sense the human behind her. Raising her head from the carcass, she stood up to her full height of four feet and turned her head towards the human. 
Cecilia's icy blue irises gazed sharply in the human's direction, looking her straight in the eyes before dashing back towards the herd with a sprint before the human had a chance to react. The sheep were not slow ok breaking apart and running for their lives though it didn't matter as Cecilia easily outran them before pouncing on top of one in the open. She didn't hesitate in ripping the sheep open effortlessly so she could tear into its flesh and feed herself.