The Lion Guard: A Reliable Kinship

It was a peaceful day in the Pridelands.

Kion and his friends were patrolling Ukuni Woods.

“How's Mari?" Fuli asked.

"She's fine." Kion 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 have to go. Kiara wants to see me.” Kion said.

Fuli’s expression softened.

“Have a good time.” Fuli said.

Kion turned, and bounded off.

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

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

“Hi Kiara.” Kion said.

Kiara’s expression softened.

“Hi Kion.” Kiara said.

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

“How was the hunt?” Kion asked.

“It was fine.” Kiara answered.

She rubbed a paw against Kion’s cheek.

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

Kion nodded.

He pressed himself against Kiara’s pelt.

“I love you.” Kion said.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Kiara answered.

She bent her head, and nuzzled Kion’s cheek.

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.

“I caught a bushbuck.” Kia said.

“That’s wonderful, Kia.” Kenai said warmly.