The Lion Guard: Undoubtable Affection

It was a beautiful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Chakula Plains.

“How are Timon and Pumbaa?” Fuli 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. Dad wants to see me.” Kion said.

Fuli nodded.

“Have a good time.” Fuli said warmly.

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.

He pressed himself against Simba’s pelt.

“I want to hunt with you tonight.” Kion said.

Simba nodded.

“We can do that.” Simba said.

He rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

“I love you, Dad.” Kion said.

“I love you too.” Simba said warmly.

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

She was helping him count juniper berries.

“How’s Makini?” Nita asked.

“She is fine.” Rafiki said.