To say there were times that Tennessee was too laid back would be an understatement. War had not been long over and he could be found under one of the larger trees by the riverside body reclined. Long slender fingers were twined over his chest his hat pulled low over his eyes. Indeed Tennessee was sleeping. He could probably tell you word for word the rant that Wolf would muster up at him but there were days he just didnt' care to live in fear.

The day had began simple enough with him really wanting fishsticks. It was one of those moments he really wished he was younger than he was and that he couldn't remember the days before the virus swept through and ruined life as he knew it. If fishsticks couldn't be had though he would just catch him a fish and fake it.

Fishing had an hour or so ago in the river and he had a box with two little devils in it. It was at that fourth or fifth cast of his line that Tennessee nodded off his pole held between two rocks wedged in pretty tight his foot sitting on it so if it started to jerk he would know it. There wasnt' any jerking though and Tennessee was awoken to something far different. He opened his eyes and pushed his hat up to see his favorite thing to watch. He didn't know the guys name but he knew what boat was his, what tribe he belonged to, and that he was one of the most pretty things he had laid eyes on. And it was in that moment he looked down at his foot and realized he finally had a catch.

He picked up the pole after sitting up and started reeling it in only to realize fairly quickly his hook...was somehow caught on Mr. Pretty. Tennessee heard no screaming so he figured it was what little the guy was wearing. "Excuse me, sir. I hate to bother you but seeing as you got my hook I think I might havete. I'll help unhook you if you just come over here. Terribly sorry bout this."