Dune is a captive bred Smilodon Populator in a world where extinct animals still live. He is 69in long, 14in tall at the shoulder, and weighs 883lbs of pure muscle. Dune is fierce and aggressive; perfect for hunting, guarding, or mercenary work. The large feline was trained to respond to clickers and sharp whistles, that ring at a pitch humans can't hear.
"Step right up! Step right up, and don't be shy. A pristine Smilodon Populator for sale!" A man in a nice white button-up called out to the crowd with a joyous laugh. He stood before a trailer, lightly digging a cane into the course sand below as the sunlight beamed down hard upon him. The man was hardly alone, accompanied by armed men; who he then ordered to open the trailer.
Immediately, a large feline stalked out unto the sunlight; ears pinned back and maw in a booming snarl. The hulking beast paced back and worth- those gold eyes scanning every face, and his snout taking in the new scents.
"Oh, don't be afraid!" The man wore a fat grin, knowing someone would come along and buy his well-trained weapon; his pride and joy. "This is Dune, and he's *quite* the ideal pet; if I do say so myself, and I certainly do. He's a better hunter than any hound. And, he'll do a better job at guarding your house, than any man ever could!"