Moonspear try the ointment

Alaric had seen a few with albinism. Some were ostracized, but some were reveled. It truly depended on the culture, the pack, their parents. This boy sounded as if he would be okay. His family would care for him. And truly it wasn't a terrible existence. One just had to be aware of one's limitations and keep on living. That was all he could do, really. 

A nod at her words. Good that she would tell her handlers. Alaric hoped they heeded at least some of his words. He hoped the boy would be treated well and learn to adapt. 

We aren't so much anymore. But we will persevere somehow. We always do.