Broken Boulder dear old world, i am glad to be alive in you

The wolf sighed and continued onward. A faint voice rang through the area. Her head tilted a little. No, there must be two wolves. She paused for a moment. She needed someone to talk to, but two wolves? Another sigh.
It'll be fine.
The wolf turned and continued toward the voice. It wasn't long before she realized that there was only one wolf there. A spark of confusion was lit. Who was she talking to if there was only one? Was she, perhaps, delusional? Still, needing the company, she continued on. A white-furred wolf, quite unlike herself sat, speaking to a boulder. The black-furred head lowered, maw parted in disbelief. The maw snapped shut.
"Umm... hello."