Hushed Willows who even *is* galileo?

There went one of them--Brilliance, the speckled girl, looking a little the worse for wear. Lily called out her name, trotting after her and catching her up quickly. She smiled down at the child, though knowing that the expression might just contribute to the sour mood Delight's pups had been in for moons. It was all she had, though.

I was looking for you, Lily remarked, padding alongside her. She found a shaded, secluded spot between two willows, their roots entangled and knotted together, and motioned for Brilliance to follow. The blackbird settled in, waiting for the girl to join her--if she would. She supposed she couldn't make her do anything. . .

But wasn't that what motherhood was?