Orange
A curse is something that never entirely goes away, so even though he no longer woke up naked in the garden, and didn't have to worry about shape-shifting Jimmy still retained the heightened senses of his lycanthropic experience, which at times was very useful.

He smelt it before anything else, smoke thick in the night air the unmistakable aroma of a fire. Not too far away smoke was rising to mingle with the velvet darkness of the night sky.

Reaching the top of the hill Jimmy could see the orange flicker of flame, it took him a moment to realize it was Bo's house, and another to start running. In through the kitchen door and a moment to pick up Bo's familiar scent, weak because of the overpowering scent of burning wood, but there.
"Bo." It was more a cough than the loud yell Jimmy had wanted.
"Jimbo." The sound came from the left; Jimmy ducked down and found Bo's hand.
"This way." Half-pulling Bo up Jimmy retreated the way he had come and soon they were out in the back garden watching the fire brigade arrive just as the roof collapsed in.
"I could've been in there." Bo realized, "You're my guardian angel Jim."
"Guardian Wolf, not Angel." Jimmy corrected with a slight grin.