The Lion Guard: Friendly Compassion

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling Ukuni Woods.

"How's Ameba?" 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. Zuri wants to spend time with me.” Kion said.

Fuli nodded.

“Have a good time.” Fuli said.

Kion turned, and bounded off.

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

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

“Hi Zuri.” Kion said.

Zuri’s expression softened.

“Hi Kion.” She said.

Kion crawled into Zuri’s paws, and nestled against her.

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

Kion nodded.

“How are you feeling?” Kion asked.

Zuri sighed.

“I’m really trying, Kion.” Zuri said.

Kion’s expression softened.

“It’s okay. You’re doing fine.” Kion said gently.

Zuri rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

“I miss him so much.” Zuri said.

“I miss him too.” Kion said.

He pressed himself against Zuri’s pelt.

“I love you, Zuri.” Kion said.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Zuri 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.