The Lion Guard: A Father's Pride

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Ndefu Grove.

"How's Mari?" Fuli asked.

"She's fine." Kion 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." Bunga said.

Kion cleared his throat.

"I have to go. Dad wants to see me." He said.

Fuli nodded.

"Have a good time." She said warmly.

"Give my regards to King Simba." Ono added.

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." He 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.

Simba rubbed a paw against Kion's cheek.

"I'm very proud of how much you've grown as the Leader of the Lion Guard." He said.

"Thanks, Dad." Kion said.

"I love you very much." Simba said.

"I love you too." Kion said.

He pressed himself against Simba’s pelt.

“Can we hunt together tonight?” He asked.

Simba nodded.

Meanwhile, Kenai and Kia had met up with Bemba at the Meadow.

They were settled down underneath the baobab tree.

"How was the hunt?" Kenai asked.

"It was fine." Bemba answered.

Kia nodded.

"Belee caught an antelope." She said.

"That's wonderful." Kenai said.