The Lion Guard: Grieving for Mufasa

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Urembo Meadows.

“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.

"Thanks, Ono." Fuli said.

Meanwhile, Simba and Nala had met up at the Meadow.

They were settled down underneath the baobab tree.

"How was the hunt?" Simba asked.

"It was fine." Nala answered.

Simba sighed, and glanced up.

“What’s wrong, my darling?” Nala asked.

“I miss Dad.” Simba said.

Nala’s expression softened.

“I know. I miss him too.” Nala said gently.

She leaned over, and nuzzled Simba’s cheek.

“I love you, sweetheart.” Nala said.

“I love you too.” Simba said.

He extended a paw, and Nala nestled against him.

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

She was helping him count juniper berries.

“Aunt Kiara was attacked.” Nita said.

Rafiki glanced up.

“Is Kiara all right?” He asked.

Nita nodded.

“The Lion Guard saved her.” Nita said.

“I am very glad to hear that.” Rafiki said.

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