The Lion Guard: A Genuine Brothership

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling the Flood Plains.

"How's Maple?" 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." Fuli said.

Kion cleared his throat.

“I need to go. Kopa wants to see me.” Kion said.

Fuli’s expression softened.

“Have a good time.” Fuli said warmly.

Kion turned, and bounded off.

When he reached Pride Rock, he saw Kopa settled down outside the den.

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

“Hi Kopa.” Kion said.

Kopa’s expression softened.

“Hi Kion.” Kopa said.

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

Kopa rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

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

Kion nodded.

He pressed himself against Kopa’s pelt.

“I love you.” Kion said.

“I love you too.” Kopa answered.

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.

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

She was helping him sort borage leaves.

“How’s Mosi?” Nita asked.

“He is fine.” Rafiki said.