Damon as a lion was so happy, in fact, that he completely forgot he had once been human. For a few years, actually. Until one cool late autumn evening - though Circe's lands never got really cold anyway and nowhere near as long as a real winter of any sort - when he jolted away from a long nap in the dim and weak rays of a setting afternoon sun.
"Mmmmm.... Grumff?" he uttered as he was woken up by a strange sort of dream where he was waling upright and wearing very odd layers of extra pelts.
None of the other lions paid him any mind. Damon was getting to become a mature lion, experienced though a little fat, courtesy of the meals served magically through Circe's care. A few streaks of white hair were growing in his mane but he was past caring about that, truth be told. He looked around dazedly, not really understanding what he was seeing. He was surrounded by lions. But... how?... He stared at his muscular furry paws and remembered all that had happened to him. Circe. Her palace. His transformation. Then his life, his new life, came flooding through his eyes and in his brain. His mate, his settling, his raising of cubs. He pondered about what his human mother would feel at the thought of having lion cubs as grandkids. Then again, he'd been a good father, right? And moreover he reflected that his life had been sweet and good. He was content with simple pleasures now. Yet he still pondered whether he should go back to sleep. Was it worth the risk to lose his human memories so soon?