Bobby
He didn't answer when she said she didn't have anyone to help her, he figured as much. It was brutal in the winter. It was for him too. He sighed, but at least she was set for a few days at least. He sucked his teeth when she mentioned the plague, "I'm sorry." He didn't want to make any promises to her that he couldn't keep, so that was the last thing he said before a few long minutes of silence where he hoped the alcohol lulled her to sleep. 

He knew he wasn't going to be able to see anything from the window, so he walked over to the door to see the conditions outside. It was still snowing, and pretty badly. He felt like he thawed quite enough though then walked back to pull on his gloves and cloak. He knew that he effectively saved he life. He knew she wasn't going to rot on that mattress. She didn't seem like the type that would, and he'd find a way to check on her in a few days... He hoped. He left out the big oak door into the cold again to go back to the barn for his horse.

The walk was a little smoother without carrying another person, but it was still awful. When he got to the barn it was pitch black... And empty. He looked around the horse for a few moments but the beast was obviously gone. There was no way he could get back to base on foot in the weather, and there was no way that horse untied himself. Col sat on a hay bale with his sword drawn waiting for whatever thief stole the horse to come back with it. There was no way an untrained rider was getting far with that stubborn horse in this weather... They'd be back.
Frankie
Her mind lingered on her family and friends, all of whom were gone now. Taken by the plague... She still didn't understand why. They had been good , loving people! Why had the gods sent the plague down on them? Why had the gods allowed them to be taken, only to leave her all alone? She hated living so alone... But the alternative to living alone was to marry the pig farmer that her father had promised her to, which she had done her best to avoid. As awful as it seemed, she had only been able to avoid it because of her father's death, but now it seemed that she wouldn't be able to avoid it even now. With her flock gone, she didn't have many other options. It seemed like it was the pig farmer or the streets...
These thoughts lingered with her, preoccupying her mind to such an extent that she didn't even hear Col's response. Slowly though, her racing mind gradually slowed down, thanks to the effects of alcohol. Her eyes drifted shut and, before Col left, she had dozed off and was sleeping soundly. That was probably for the better though, as she would have probably worried about him if she had seen him going out into the snowstorm again.
James
She watched as the horse ran off, feeling instant relief. Maybe now she would be able to get the well needed rest she has been begging for. Cecilia turned away from the barn door and strolled towards the furthest corner from the barn doors, shaking out the Icy snow from her fur. 
Finding a suitable spot to nap, the large wolf laid herself down and lowered her head to her legs. The silence besides the occasional soft cries from the sheep that weren't loud enough to bother her, made it easier for her to fall asleep. 
Her sleep felt peaceful and was very well needed, refuelling her for the long flight once the storm passed. It wasn't until she heard a sword unsheath from its scabbard that Cecilia immediately woke up. It was like an instinct for her to know when someone had drawn a weapon near her, allowing her to have the chance to choose between fleeing or fighting. Cecilia uncurled her body as she stood up before slowly stalking towards the man in the barn, studying him. He was definitely looking for his horse or possibly waiting for it, not knowing that she had scared the beast off. If he was lucky, maybe it would return in hopes it's master as they were quite loyal creatures when they grew attached enough. It wasn't a high hope considering Cecilia was still here.
Bobby
Col sat on the hay bale, alert because he knew what wasn't entirely sure what he say earlier out of the corner of his eye in that barn. The sword was for the thief, not for any animal that inhabited the barn. He left the sword resting on the hay bale next to him, his hands hung loosely between his legs as he sat wide legged, comfortable. The scent of the sheep's blood as well as Amaryllis' blood was still filling the place, he didn't feel the need to add anymore blood to the floor. What was left of the flock was moving around the barn, so the first few rustles from the wolf went mostly unnoticed because it went along with the soft munching of hay, and the light patter of the sheep moving around the barn. As the wolf came closer though, the flash of white fur caught his eye. 

The wolf wasn't very far from him. He looked over, making direct eye contact with the beast. Wolves were magnificent animals, this one was particularly beautiful with its white fur and blue eyes. It was less of a stare down, more of a recognition. They seemed to both me taking in the sight of the other. It was certainly a large wolf, but in Col's mind a wolf was a wolf. If a wolf made up their mind to kill him, he knew the size of the animal didn't really matter all that much. Also considering the amount of dead sheep the wold probably wasn't interested in an after dinner snack. He raised his eyebrow then smirked at the wolf saying "Hello," Before he turned his head, continuing to sit comfortably.
James
Cecilia didn't know what to make out of this man. Maybe he had a death wish? She wouldn't know. It left her stunned on the spot as he had given her direct eye contact and even spoke to her, unbeknownst to him that she was a shifter though usually her size gave it away. As the human male looked away from her, she didn't know what to do with herself as many would engage in a fight with her of run from fright. She enjoyed fighting, most times she would aggravate her target into initiating a fight rather than fleeing. 
**You're strange, human.** 
Tilting her head to the left slightly so she was looking at him from an angle, Cecilia tried to figure out what her next step was and that, was to try and anger him. It's what she did best. Any reason for doing so? There never was one when it came to Cecilia. 
**If you're waiting for your ride, you may be waiting for quite the while. The horse is gone.**
Bobby
Col laughed shortly when she said that he was strange, "Am I?" He turned his whole body to sit facing the wolf now as she tilted her head at him, "That may be a first. A person who can morph into animals calls a man sitting in a barn strange." He looked over at the post he'd tied his horse to when she said that the horse was gone, "Yes." He shrugged, "If he hasn't been killed, he'll return." Col looked over at all the dead sheep, "Considering the large portion you've had for your dinner I'm not going to be easily convinced that you had room for a horse. I'll wait." 

He looked back to the wolf, "You're more than happy to take shelter here too. I have no intentions of using this sword against you." With that being said, and the shifter confirming that he probably had a long night ahead of him he relaxed back into the pile of hay behind him. He put both his feet up on another hay bale then crossed his arms over his chest casting his glance to the ceiling.
James
She couldn't help but be amused by the way the human spoke. She didn't move closer towards him, preferring to have her distance as a habit as she tried to figure out her next move. Perhaps she didn't need to fight this once as he didn't seem to be any threat towards her and if he was, he didn't have the weapons to prevent her from killing him. 
**I call you strange because you don't seem the slightest bit scared of me. Especially after seeing the state that human girl you left with was in. Not that I intentionally did that, technically she stabbed herself out of her own clumsiness.** 
Shaking her head, she decided to lay down in the spot she standing on seeing how he was no threat. **And if you did use that sword against me, it wouldn't get you that far.**

He looked so sure with himself, relaxing against the hay like he had nothing to fear. For now, she was no threat to him as that would just be an unnecessary kill. Perhaps she could use this to advantage and have him keep her from spiralling down into boredom. When she got bored, Cecilia would often find a way to entertain herself, even if it was at another person's expense.
Bobby
"It takes a lot more than the tragic defeat of a woman no bigger than my thumb to frighten me, Shifter. You can't possibly have found any glory in that..." He said then crossed his legs one over the other too. When she said it was unintentional he nodded, "If you find any interest in this, I think she'll survive her own clumsiness." He looked over to see the wolf settling down on her legs. She couldn't help but play the tough role, saying he wouldn't get very far with his sword, and he couldn't help but smile. "Far enough to make this bountiful evening very unpleasant for you," He spoke with a raised eyebrow. "If you derive some sort of pleasure from the fact that I'm well aware you can kill me," He shrugged. "I'm aware that you can kill me," He said simply as he closed his eyes. 

Col certainly did feel strange in that moment. He felt more inclined to sleep out in the freezing cold bard with a wolf than he was in a warm house with another human. There was definitely something wrong with him, he had a preference for excitement and danger.
James
Cecilia mentally chuckled as he spoke, of course she found no glory of the human's mishap as it was merely an inconvenience for her. **I don't care whether she survives or not. All I wanted was two sheep to feed on and I would have left her and the rest of the flock alone. I even told her that but she needed to make things difficult.** Not that Cecilia was complaining. Instead of only satisfying her stomach with enough food to get by, the shifter was now completely full. Something she hadn't felt in a while as she was always on the move. 

**So what do I call you by human?** She asked as she had decided to learn more about this man. There was nothing else the two of them could do as they waited for the night to be over or for the snow to be light enough for her to fly in.
Bobby
He could understand why Amaryllis was protective of the flock, but he also understood that the shifter had to eat too. He felt the same sense of compassion when a thief was punished to stealing food from a shop. Col hummed lowly, "She has to be protective over what's making her money. I'm not sure where you're from, but winter around here is the most brutal time. Two sheep could mean a lot less meals for her. She's just trying to survive." He only took a second before he said, "I know you are too, and people aren't willing to help you because of what you are. This situation was never going to end well, but I think it ended about as well as it could for the both of you." 

It was pretty terrible for him, but that was okay. "Col," He said then sat his head up to look towards the barn doors when he thought he heard his horse, but it was just some branches falling heavy with snow. It was starting to settle down, falling softer and less plump. "What do I call you?"
James
The man who called himself Col interested her. Not many would see where she came from when it came to situations like these. She almost felt bad for making his horse run off into the night as he had done nothing but help the female and didn't talk to her like she was a pest. She wasn't going to apologise though, it wasn't the type of thing the shifter did. 

It though puzzled her as she tried to figure out why the human came to the barn in the first place. It was a death wish in her mind for a human to be riding out when the snowstorm was almost at its worst. Surely it wasn't that important that he would risking freezing out in the snow.

Deciding against asking Col, she figured it was best she kept her questions to herself. **My name isn't of any importance to you, I am just about to leave anyways.** She spoke simply before looking out towards the snow as it was now lightly falling. This would be the perfect chance for her to fly. Shifting without a care for the human watching her, Cecilia shrank into her eagle form. It was a quick and simple shift seeing how she had been well fed and rested. Without a goodbye, Cecilia launched herself into the air with her large wings. Her feathers captured the air as she forced them towards the ground multiple times yet not connecting with the floor which allowed her to gather enough momentum to race out of the barn and into the sky.