Shot put

Billy was occupying herself by chewing on a knucklebone from some kind of animal. Listen, she didn't know where it came from and she didn't really care. What she cared about was the knucklebone. It tasted good, and she could really get into it. Which she did by rolling over onto her side.

Already, the girl was bigger than her siblings-- she had a lot of growing to do.

But right now, all she focused on was the bone-- and then her dad, or one of them, who wanted to get into some trouble. Billy made a low noise and her tail wagged and she stood up, shaking her rear because of how much she was wagging her little puppy tail. "Yeah!" and she grinned. Toothy. "WHAT kinda trouble?" She.... hadn't really answered the question. But it's the thought that counts.