With the power of the saber blade

Billy didn't mind that her other siblings were getting the alone time first. As far as she was concerned, Dad would get around to all of them, and there were a bunch of them, even if they were all smaller than her. With them all being smaller, she also felt-- a strange kind of... tiny protectiveness, maybe?But when Beauregard called for her, Billy left off of what she was doing (which, of course, was something in the neighborhood of hassling a small bug that had happened to skitter too close to her paws) and swung around, loping towards her father.

Well,

she imagined it as a lope. It was more a strange stride, the gawky puppy-run of a kid with paws bigger than the rest of her. In the years to come, she'd grow into her frame. But for now, Billy was sometimes prone to tripping over her own feet, even if she avoided this while skidding to a halt alongside her father.

That purple-striped face tilted, and she glanced up at Beauregard. "What special thing?" Her voice was loud-- girl had no inside voice -- and her tail began to wag. Slowly at first, then quicker.