Hey, it's been a bit since I've uploaded anything lol
Been busy between school and working on the Wings of Fire stories that are very much still coming, the first is already 29 pages and nearly done!
Anyway enjoy this slightly chubby Smilodon :)

In the midst of a vast grassy plain, there lay a small hunter gatherer settlement, its crude but sturdy shelters constructed from the skins and bones of the mighty megafauna that once roamed these ancient lands. The air was heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat.

The village itself was a humble affair, consisting of a collection of huts and shelters arranged in a rough circle around a central clearing. Animal hides stretched taut over wooden frames served as roofs, while piles of furs and pelts were scattered about, providing makeshift bedding for the tribe's inhabitants.

A short, convenient distance away from the large central cooking fire lounged an orange lump that upon closer inspection would be revealed to be a saber toothed tiger of excessive size, her naturally sleek and powerful form now obscured beneath layers of flab and excess. Found abandoned as a cub by the tribe's hunters, she had been taken in by the chief himself, who raised her as a pet and showered her with all the indulgence and pampering their thriving tribe had to offer.

As the saber-toothed tiger lounged amidst this primitive encampment, her corpulent frame totally engulfing the layers of soft pelts beneath her, she exuded an air of lazy contentment. Her multitude of chins and neck rolls squished against each other as she panted for breath, despite not having exerted herself at all for quite some time. Her useless, swollen limbs were swallowed by thick layers of lard, any muscles atrophied by a sedentary lifetime of inactivity.

Her gut pooling heavily beneath her and beginning to spread out slightly as she reclined upon her makeshift mattress, her immobile form showing off just how successful the tribe’s hunting parties were.

Around her, the sounds of village life drifted on the breeze: the crackle of the fire, the chatter of the villagers, the distant calls of small creatures in the surrounding plains. Yet amidst this primitive tranquility, the obese saber-toothed tiger remained unmoved, her every need attended to by the indulgent tribe who had taken her in as one of their own. She seemed entirely at ease like an enormous, spoiled housecat, her relaxed eyes gazing lazily at the flickering flames of the central fire pit where she could smell her next meal being prepared.