Circe, happy with her good deed, returned to her gigantic palace. She wanted to pore more over her books and sort out her old parchments. And her ingredients. Oh yes, she was fully convinced she had done Damon a kind favor. True, he might regret the Internet, fast food and other very human comforts, yet he would soon forget them. Either because he would listen fully to his new instincts, thereby forgetting he had been human once, or because he would come to realize that his life was better as a lion. It was every male's dream, after all! Lounging around strutting his ego while sleeping and letting females raise babies, hunt, bring food and do all the work. But first Damon would have to integrate a pride, or find a lone female or one willing to leave her group to stay with him. It was rather unlikely, so Damon might decide to integrate a pride of lone feline bachelors. She would keep an eye on him, just in case.
As Damon rushed into the wild, he was already battling his new instincts and thoughts. At that point, he did not know how much he would retain of his human mind. For now, he was baffled at all the overwhelming smells and sounds that were reaching his ears and nose. Especially his nose. Had flowers always possessed such a cloying scent? And had squirrels and birds always been so noisy, what with their yammering and incessant chattering? Damon wanted to crunch one between his jaws, just for a bit of silence. He shook his head with a start of a mane. Oh, and those pesky flies buzzing around him! Where were his opposable thumbs when he needed them? Damon was reconsidering the perks of being a lion when he spotted something quite intriguing.