The Lion Guard: A Genuine Kinship

It was a beautiful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Ndefu Grove.

"How's Ameba?" 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.

"Great job, Ono." Beshte said.

Kion cleared his throat.

“I need to go. Kiara 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 Kiara settled down outside the den.

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

“Hi Kiara.” Kion said.

Kiara’s expression softened.

“Hi Kion.” Kiara said warmly.

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

Kiara rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

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

Kion nodded.

He pressed himself against Kiara’s pelt.

“I love you, Kiara.” Kion said.

Kiara bent her head, and nuzzled Kion’s cheek.

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

“Can we hunt together tonight?” Kion asked.

Kiara nodded.

“Of course we can, sweetheart.” Kiara said.

Meanwhile, Kenai and Kia had met up with Bemba at the Meadow.

They were settled down underneath the baobab tree.

"How was the hunt?" Kenai asked.

"It was fine." Bemba answered.