The hot tent awoke her from her sleep. Crawling from her sleeping bag next to her mate, she reached over the floppy eared pup to grab the camura.

"Damn, only a few photos left...Thats okay we have more camuras"she said flicking the hair from her eyes. She heard a foot step in the form of a thud...She knew it was Buck.

Buck was her mates brother who came with them on a camping trip. He was a cervine a Red Deer, Reindeer hybread. She quietly unziped the tent and peeked outside. Buck turned to look at the tent but then soon truned back around to look over the beautiful lake. The sun was bairly poking over the horizan when she quietly sliped out of the tent behind Buck, who had a gallon of orange juice. A smile grew streached across her feline muzzle as she clicked the photo.

"Hum? Kat?....Morning. Why do you have the camura?" Buck said turning to her, the orange juice bottle in his paw.
"Morning Buck!" Kat looked at the camura. "Why else would I need a camura...to take your pitchure...Duh!"