Firefly Ravine Addressing what is mine is not new

Zephyr smiled and hugged rain close to him as he spoke, grassy eyes more than a little wistful. He would forever miss the strength of the mountains beneath his paws. 
          "I'm prefer stone, though I've probably walked on most terrains."
She asked if they were the ones who needed teaching, but the massive ebony male just chuckled.
                "I already know how to fish, but thank you."