When Zephyr stepped into Otsanna's open space as she tended to her flowers while humming, the sorceress sighed heavily. She had her back turned to him, but she was fully aware of who was present. The Alpha's strength and aura were too potent to be missed.
"I must be doing something right or wrong," Otsanna said, balancing a woven basket on her hip as she turned around to meet him. "I seem to be getting a lot more visitors these days."
"Good morning, Otsanna," Zephyr greeted, taking a few measured steps closer.
Otsanna raised an eyebrow at him in clear surprise, a reaction that was followed by a light, knowing chuckle. "Good morning, Zephyr," she said, deciding not to comment on the subtle shift in the Alpha's demeanor. "Is there something I can help you with, my Alpha?" she asked him, her hold tightening on her basket as she started to make her way back to her house.
"There is," Zephyr replied, following closely behind. "But I am waiting for my—"
