Jamie had pretty much been up all night writing things out and theorizing and sticking them in patterns on the wall... It was a mess in his cottage to say the least and he had pretty much gotten no where other than getting whatever knowledge he had of werebeasts out on paper. Some time in the morning (When the hell had it gotten to be morning?), he had refreshed the journal page to catch Gwyn's message. Damn. So they were right.
It had taken him some time to actually get to her cottage A) because he had to pee and B) because he didn't know where it was. But eventually he found it and none too soon. It looked like there was a giant fucking snake in her cottage but from what he and Cathair had deduced... Quick but cautious examination revealed it to be Gwyn in what appeared naga form and about to eat some blonde dude. Ho. Lee. Shit. 'Nuff said.
He generally did not think it was a good idea to take off his sneaker and throw it at her but he did just that. He was aiming for just past her head so he didn't actually hit her but perhaps distracted her. The problem with that was he had depth perception issues so who knew where it would land. At the same time, he sort of shouted to try and get her fangy attention (later he would ask what the fuck was wrong with his brain?), "GWYN. Let the lad go right this instant, young lady!" Good job sounding like his father. Jesus he was sleep deprived if he was using 'dad' voice on a snake girl about to eat someone. Still, perhaps he could get her attention enough that he could lead a chase away from the blonde guy.