The Lion Guard: A Father’s Devotion

It was a beautiful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Nyani Grove.

“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.

"Thanks, Ono." Bunga said.

Kion cleared his throat.

“I have to go. Dad wants to see me.” He 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.

He 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.

Simba rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

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

Kion nodded.

He pressed himself against Simba’s pelt.

“I love you.” Kion said.

“I love you too.” Simba answered.

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

She was helping him sort borage leaves.

“How’s Makini?” Nita asked.

“She is fine.” Rafiki said.