The Lion Guard: A Dependable Kinship

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling the Flood Plains.

"How's Maple?" Kion asked.

"She's fine." Fuli 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.

"Thanks, Ono." Bunga said.

Kion cleared his throat.

“I need to go. Dad wants to see me.” Kion said.

Fuli’s expression softened.

“Have a good time.” Fuli said.

Kion turned, and bounded off.

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

Kion padded forward, and stretched to nuzzle Simba’s cheek.

“Hi Dad.” Kion said.

Simba’s expression softened.

“Hi Kion.” Simba said.

Kion crawled into Simba’s paws, and nestled against him.

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

Kion nodded.

“I love you, Dad.” Kion said.

Simba rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

“I love you too.” Simba said warmly.

Kion pressed himself against Simba’s pelt.

“Can we hunt together tonight?” Kion asked.

Simba nodded.

“Of course, Kion.” Simba said.

He bent his head, and nuzzled Kion’s cheek.

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 him.