Sarabi's life had, well, had a lot going on in it, as of late.
First, there was, for the least likely and most surprising, how Zira had both survived her fall into the river and, after being hit hard at what she had become under Scar's rule and what it had gotten her, found a convoluted means to fix very numerous problems and indeed set countless things right, whether they concerned other lions or not.
Which was followed, after it was found out like it was inevitably going to be, with there being a thought of thought, negotiating and discussing before Zira was offered a place into Pride Rock to start fresh, which she accepted and, among other things, was happily back with her daughter, Vitani, and vice versa.
Second, she had managed to, despite now being in her senior years and under the rule of her son as king, make it so that she could still function well enough and did whatever she could to stay as fit as possible and maintain her part in helping on hunts, keeping in line that which she was needed for, well, keeping in line for one reason or another, and being capable of bringing foes down in a fight despite being past her prime.
And third, for quite the irony, she had accomplished part of this...none of her muscles were lost and she was still able to move along with achieve the above to one extent or another...but the easiest was keeping things in line, because her metabolism had slowed down so much that, despite how she only ate the sorts of big meals she always had from the moment she became an adult forward, it was none too long before she got fat.
Mind you, she had not become ugly, and her neck, tail and face looked much the same while all four of her limbs were almost identical in appearance, but her big, round belly and deeper belly button, not to mention back fat and fat on her sides which, while not as thick as the fat on her giant, greatly protruding belly, was still plenty thick, all made it clear that she was undeniably obese.
Looking down unhappily at her vast belly after managing to hoist herself up and lean against a rock wall so that she was standing on her hind legs and pressing her back and forelegs against said rock wall in a way that ensured she wouldn't fall or slide down, Sarabi said: "Oh, dear...look at me. I tried to keep things as they needed to be in all ways, but it seems that my now slow metabolism and the effects therefrom have taken their toll. I never would have believed that I'd be getting this fat. Wait...who's there?"
The last three words were said because she saw a shadow of one of the other lions who lived on Pride Rock, and cursing in her mind because she knew that there was no way she would be able to lose all of this before someone saw how fat she had gotten, Sarabi would then see herself be approached by...
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