The Lion Guard: Grandmotherly Devotion

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Chakula Plains.

“How are Timon and Pumbaa?” Beshte asked.

“They’re fine.” Bunga 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.

Kion cleared his throat.

“I have to go. Nona wants to see me.” He said.

Fuli nodded.

“Have a good time.” Fuli said.

Kion turned, and bounded off.

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

He padded forward, and stretched to nuzzle Sarafina’s cheek.

“Hi Nona.” Kion said.

Sarafina’s expression softened.

“Hi Kion.” Sarafina said.

Kion crawled into Sarafina’s paws, and nestled against her.

“Did you have a good patrol?” Sarafina asked.

Kion nodded.

“How was the hunt?” He asked.

“It was fine.” Sarafina said.

She rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

“I love you, Nona.” Kion said.

“I love you too.” Sarafina answered.

Meanwhile, Simba and Nala had met up inside the den.

They were settled down amongst the moss.

"How was the hunt?" Simba asked.

"It was fine." Nala answered.