Damon felt glad to have ridden the world of Lamont. After all, this horrible man was a waste. As he sniffed his body, Damon could detect the scents of many other satyrs and nymphs upon it. So the morion HAD met other satyrs, but he had decided to leave. What an idiot. If he had remained with the satyrs, well, he would have been secure and could have survived. Lived a life. Certainly a better one than he had led so far, that was for sure. And with any luck, maybe his personality and mind would have changed and he would have been a better individual. He could have become a much better satyr than he ever was as a human being. And he would have left Damon's mom, which meant that it would have been great for everyone. Well, then again, as a dead satyr, he WOULD leave the poor woman alone. Damon felt a bit guilty about leaving his mother with no son but he knew it was better that way. At least, HE felt better. He could not face his mother and all the responsibilities inherent to an adult human being, especially with no Lamont to bring a paycheck, meager as it was. And even if he drank most of it in beer. Oh, Damon would miss his mother, no question, but he could not face all the human troubles again. He was happy as a lion. Too happy. He had had a great choice, thanks to Circe, and he did not want to go back. Besides, he did kill Lamont for her - and himself - so she'd be better off. Damon felt a little guilty at choosing the easy route like that, but he did not want to go through the hard road of life. Not in this economy. Not in his situation. With a sight, the former human youngster, trotted across a vast garden, and he then spotted a group of young male lions. Four of them. They were napping and yawning, some chewing bones. Damon looked over at them, hesitating. Should he go to them and integrate their little pride? Or should he pass them by and find another pride or a lone female.