The Lion Guard: Clea's Faith

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

The Lion Guard was patrolling the Flood Plains.

"What's Mari doing today?" Fuli asked.

"She's with Clea and Nita." Kion answered.

He 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." Beshte said.

Meanwhile, Clea had met up with Nita and Marigold inside the den.

They were settled down amongst the moss.

"How was the hunt, Aunt Clea?" Nita asked.

"It was fine." Clea answered.

She and Nita watched Mari nestle against her.

"I love you, Aunt Clea." Marigold said.

Clea's expression softened.

"I love both of you very much." She said.

Nita pressed herself against Clea's pelt.

"I need to ask you something." Nita said.

"What is it?" Clea prompted.

"Do you still have faith in me?" Nita asked.

Clea nodded.

"I always have, and I always will." She said.

"What about me?" Marigold asked.

Clea chuckled.

"I have faith in you too." She said gently.

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.

She leaned over, and nuzzled Simba's cheek.