The Lion Guard: Protecting Anga

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Chakula Plains.

"How's Basi?" Kion asked.

"He's fine." Beshte answered.

Kion glanced at Ono.

Ono nodded, and took to the sky.

He returned a moment later, and settled down on Beshte's back.

“Janja’s Clan is attacking Anga.” Ono said.

Kion and Fuli exchanged a glance.

“Where are they?” Fuli asked.

“They’re at the Water Hole.” Ono said.

“Let’s go, Lion Guard.” Kion said.

He led the way to the Water Hole.

When they arrived, Kion bounded forward.

“Leave her alone, Janja!” Kion called.

Janja cackled.

“She’s just one eagle.” Janja said.

Kion glanced at Fuli.

Fuli nodded, and moved forward.

She led Anga towards Beshte.

Kion unsheathed his claws, and sank them into the earth underneath him.

He braced himself, and performed the Roar.

It sent Janja’s Clan toppling backwards.

Kion watched them stumble towards the border.

He glanced at Anga.

“Are you okay?” Kion asked.

Anga nodded.

“Thank you, Lion Guard.” Anga said.

“You’re welcome.” Kion said.

Anga spread her wings, and flew off.

Meanwhile, Simba and Nala had met up at the Meadow.

They were settled down underneath the baobab tree.

"How was the hunt?" Simba asked.

"It was fine." Nala answered.

She leaned over, and nuzzled Simba’s cheek.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Nala said.

Simba’s expression softened.

“I love you too.” Simba said.