The Lion Guard: Undeniable Fondness

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Chakula Plains.

“How's Mari?" Fuli asked.

"She's fine." Kion 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. Dad wants to see me.” Kion 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.

Kion padded forward, and stretched to nuzzle Simba’s cheek.

“Hi Dad.” Kion said.

Simba’s expression softened.

“Hi Kion.” Simba said.

Kion crawled into Simba’s paws, and nestled against him.

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

Kion nodded.

“Can we hunt together tonight?” Kion asked.

Simba nodded.

“Of course we can.” Simba said.

He bent his head, and nuzzled Kion’s cheek.

“I love you, Dad.” Kion said.

“I love you too.” Simba said warmly.

He rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

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

She was helping him count juniper berries.

“How is Mari?” Rafiki asked.

“She’s fine.” Nita answered.