The Lion Guard: An Aunt’s Devotion

It was a beautiful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Ukuni Woods.

“How are Timon and Pumbaa?” Beshte 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." Beshte said.

Kion cleared his throat.

“I have to go. Nada wants to see me.” He said.

Fuli nodded.

“Have a good time.” She said.

Kion turned, and bounded off.

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

He padded forward, and stretched to nuzzle Naanda’s cheek.

“Hi Nada.” Kion said.

Naanda’s expression softened.

“Hi Kion.” Naanda said.

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

Naanda rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

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

Kion nodded.

“How was the hunt?” He asked.

“It was fine.” Naanda said.

Kion pressed himself against Naanda’s pelt.

“I love you.” Kion said.

“I love you too.” Naanda said.

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

They were settled down underneath the baobab tree.

"Did the hunt go well?" Simba asked.

Nala nodded.