Duck Lake Waiting on this for a while now

The peace of the morning was broken, not by her, but by another walking by her line of sight. A male strode to the lake edge, pelt a pure, untouched white. Her stormy gaze lingered on it a moment longer then she should have, interested by the flawless colour. While he drank, she drew herself up to a seating position, reclining on her haunches. Then his gaze turned to hers, and her interest only grew. Two orbs of blood red gleamed out of his chiseled head, meaning one thing. He was a lefkitis, an albino. 

They were rare, very rare, in her homeland, the birth of one, while often rejected in many of the superstitious packs, was celebrated in her own. She pushed such thoughts away as she dipped her head in greeting. "Hey. Who're you?" blunt, even. She was interested in his identity, his appearance and his purpose for being here.