The Lion Guard: Dwala's Support

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Ukuni Woods.

"How's your family?" Beshte asked.

"Everyone's fine." Kion answered.

He glanced at Ono.

Ono nodded, and took to the sky.

He returned a moment later, and settled down on Beshte's back.

"All clear." Ono said.

Kion pressed his muzzle against Fuli's cheek.

"I have to go." He said.

"Bye, Kion." Fuli said warmly.

Kion bade goodbye to Beshte, Bunga, and Ono, and bounded off.

When he reached Pride Rock, Kion saw Dwala settled outside the den.

He padded up to her, and stretched to nuzzle her cheek.

"Hi Dwala." Kion said.

Dwala rubbed a paw against his cheek.

"Hi, Kion" she said.

Kion crawled into her paws, and nestled against her.

"How was the hunt?" He asked.

"It was fine" Dwala answered.

"I need to ask you something." Kion said.

"Darling, you can ask me anything." Dwala said.

"Do I still have your support?" Kion asked.

Dwala's expression softened.

"Of course. I love you." She said gently.

"I love you too. I'm proud to have you as a great-aunt." Kion purred.

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 rubbed her muzzle against Simba's cheek.

"I love you." She purred.

"I love you too." Simba said.

"Belee and Kia want you to observe them again." Nala said warmly.

Simba chuckled.

"I'll join the evening hunt." He said.