Thunder Dome but my mother lingered for weeks after a fat guard broke her jaw

staying vague for now

Writhing; thrashing; matron matriarch; lioness, gone;
when all that is left is the ragged, spent breathings and the too-stillness of the cavern holding its own, the fairylight flits to her senior as soon as she is able to remain steady upon all four paws. Nevermind her own hurts:  "Come, Star,"  the argent rasps, vigil in stance alongside the elder and more than willing to help her to her paws if need be. Would that she could simply tend to her hurts here ... but there was no telling when the wretched Maud would return. So:  "She may return to taste ze blood we have left behind. It would be far more prudent to tend to you within ze Court."

For now, it would do all of them well to stay afar from Cantatis.