Lake Rodney Whispering

Hedda did not hear his words, nor did she turn her head to see, who it was. The fog took her mind entirely just the same moment, when her whole body began to shake violently. Eyes rolled back in her skull, bright read foam came from her mouth and nose, as her carcass and limbs convulsed at an irregular rhythm. 

The fit lasted for three minutes straight, then it stiffened in a very odd position - paws outstretched, back - arched, head drawn back and the unmistakeable sound of bones cracking and breaking somewhere. Then as if a curse was suddenly lifted, the old wolf became limp and very still. She let out a deep sigh and that was it. 

Though the muscles were still twitching here and there and there was still fresh blood dripping from her nose and mouth, the blank and empty look in her eyes told that, who ever had ruled this body before, had left. Hedda was a free creature, because had died the way she had lived - by her own rules.