The Lion Guard: A Faithful Kinship

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Urembo Meadows.

"How's Maple?" Bunga 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 have 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 warmly.

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

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

Kion nodded.

“Can we hunt together tonight?” Kion asked.

Simba rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

“Of course, Kion.” Simba said.

Kion pressed himself against Simba’s pelt.

“I love you, Dad.” Kion said.

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

“I love you too.” Simba said.

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

She was helping him sort borage leaves.

“How’s Mosi?” Nita asked.

“He is fine.” Rafiki said.