The Lion Guard: A Genuine Friendship

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was doing a patrol in Chakula Plains.

"How's Ameba?" Beshte 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." Beshte said.

Fuli pressed her muzzle against Kion’s cheek.

“Can I visit Mari?” Fuli asked.

Kion nodded.

They bade goodbye to their friends, and headed towards Pride Rock.

When they arrived, Mari rushed to greet them.

“Hi!” Marigold said brightly.

Fuli’s expression softened.

She knelt down, and nuzzled Mari’s cheek.

“Hi Mari.” Fuli said.

Kion moved forward, and knelt to nuzzle Mari’s cheek.

“Are you having a good day?” He asked.

Marigold nodded.

“I’m so glad you’re both here.” Mari said.

Fuli rubbed a paw against Marigold’s cheek.

“We’re glad too, my darling.” Fuli said warmly.

“Come inside and sit with me.” Mari said.

“Okay, Mari.” Kion said.

He and Fuli followed Marigold into the den.

They settled down amongst the moss.

Marigold nestled against Fuli’s pelt.

“I really love you both.” Mari said.

Kion’s expression softened.

“We love you too.” Kion 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.

She leaned over, and nuzzled Simba’s cheek.

“Kia caught a bushbuck.” Nala said.

Simba’s expression softened.

“That’s wonderful.” Simba said.