The Sentinels of all the human misery, and all the waste of life

Blue chuckled and then her laughter grew loud and joyful at the babble that came from the child's maw. She tickled her nose with her own and giggled again. You my dear are the light of my heart. All of you children are. Blue leaned forward and wagged her tail, offering her daughter a paw to play with. Perhaps they could gambole about, the little one still did not have her sea legs so to speak, but she was learning. What better way to learn than to play.