The Lion Guard: Paternal Fondness

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Hapuna Valley.

“How’s your family, Fuli?” Ono asked.

“Everyone’s fine.” Fuli said.

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 need to go. Dad wants to see me.” He said.

Fuli nodded.

“Have a good time.” She said.

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.

“How was your patrol?” Simba asked.

“It was fine.” Kion said.

Simba rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

“Do you want to hunt with me tonight?” He asked.

Kion nodded.

He pressed himself against Simba’s pelt.

“I love you” Kion said.

“I love you too.” Simba said.

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 said.