The Lion Guard: Bemba's Faith

It was a beautiful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Kilio Valley.

"How's Mari?" Fuli asked.

"She's fine." Kion answered.

Kion glanced at Ono.

Ono nodded, and took to the sky.

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

"It's all clear." Ono said.

"Great job, Ono." Fuli said warmly.

Kion cleared his throat.

"I have to go. Bemba wants to see me." He said.

Fuli's expression softened.

"Have a good time." She said.

Kion turned, and bounded off.

When he reached Pride Rock, he saw Bemba settled down outside the den.

He padded forward, and stretched to nuzzle Bemba's cheek.

"Hi Bemba." Kion said.

Bemba's expression softened.

"Hi Kion." She said warmly.

Kion crawled into Bemba's paws, and nestled against her.

"How was the hunt?" Kion asked.

"It was fine." Bemba answered.

She rubbed a paw against Kion's cheek.

"Did you have a good patrol?" She asked.

Kion nodded.

He pressed himself against Bemba's pelt.

"I need to ask you something." Kion said.

"What is it?" Bemba prompted.

"Do you still have faith in me?" Kion asked.

Bemba nodded.

"I always have, and I always will." She said.

"I love you." Kion said.

"I love you too." Bemba answered.

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.

"Will you join the evening hunt?" She asked.

Simba's expression softened.

"Of course I will." He said warmly.