The Lion Guard: Protecting Rajah

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Chakula Plains.

“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.

“Mzingo’s Parliament is attacking Rajah.” Ono said.

Kion and Fuli exchanged a glance.

“Where are they?” Fuli asked.

“They’re at the Water Hole.” Ono said.

“Let’s go, Lion Guard.” Kion said.

He led the way to the Water Hole.

When they arrived, Kion bounded forward.

“Leave him alone, Mzingo!” He called.

Mzingo chuckled.

“It’s already been put to a vote.” He said.

Kion glanced at Fuli.

Fuli nodded, and moved forward.

She led Rajah towards Beshte.

Kion unsheathed his claws, and sank them into the earth underneath him.

He braced himself, and performed the Roar.

It sent Mzingo’s Parliament flying backwards.

Kion watched them fly towards the border.

He glanced at Rajah.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

Rajah nodded.

“Thanks, Lion Guard” Rajah said.

“You’re welcome.” Bunga said.

Beshte cleared his throat.

“If you’d like, I’ll take you home.” He said.

“Okay” Rajah 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.