The Lion Guard: Protecting Haraka

It was a beautiful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling the Flood Plains.

"How's Ma?" Beshte asked.

"She's fine." Bunga answered.

Fuli pressed her muzzle against Kion’s cheek.

“Is Nita okay?” Fuli asked.

Kion nodded.

“She really doesn’t like crocodiles.” Kion said.

“I don’t blame her.” Beshte said.

“Neither do I.” Fuli said.

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 Haraka.” Ono said.

Kion and Fuli exchanged a glance.

“Where are they?” Fuli asked.

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

“Let’s go, Lion Guard.” Kion said.

He led the way to the Water Hole.

When they arrived, Kion bounded forward.

“Leave him alone, Janja!” Kion called.

Janja cackled.

“He’s just one ostrich.” Janja said.

Kion glanced at Fuli.

Fuli nodded, and moved forward.

She led Haraka 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 Haraka.

“Are you okay?” Kion asked.

Haraka nodded.

“Thank you, Lion Guard.” Haraka said.

“You’re welcome.” Ono said.

Meanwhile, Nita had met up with Rafiki at his tree.

She was helping him count juniper berries.

“How’s Mosi?” Nita asked.

“He is fine.” Rafiki said.

Nita moved closer, and nestled against Rafiki’s side.

“I love you, Rafiki.” Nita said.

Rafiki’s expression softened.

“I love you too, my darling.” Rafiki said.

He pressed a palm against Nita’s cheek.