>You are Sunflower, and you are terrified.
>You have been terrified for so long now, for so many reasons.
>Unicorns, pegasi, windigoes, cold, freezing, starvation, fear of the future...
>Your leader saw the writing on the wall and lead your tribe far away from the feuding madponies. 
>Likely, they're all dead and frozen by now. 
>Going North seemed counterintuitive, but it was actually far warmer here than under the icy breath of the windigoes.
>You have survived here, in these odd snowy plains of the far north. 
>Your people recovered a little and started to settle down, building the beginnings of a village in this snowpit. 
>However, it is autumn, and winter will be upon you all soon.
>You did what you could, but there were too many things to do to, the land too foreign to know where and how to forage best.
>There are no sunflowers here...
>The supplies are meager, and ponies are rightfully afraid of dying from starvation. 
>The elders are already openly talking about not eating so the children can survive.
>And so, here you are. 
>Carefully following bear tracks to see how they manage to survive around here,
>You heard they eat berries and honey, besides other animals.
>That means you could probably find something edible, even a berry bush, even some leftovers, if you followed their tracks.
>As long as you don't become the food.
>You're not the first to have such an idea, but ponies so far avoided tangling with the wildlife, as they were too weakened by the long march here.
>Soon, you hear the sounds of rushing water. 
>It sounds like a fairly large river.
>You find a convenient rocky outcropping from which you can watch the river, but which is too steep to get up to from the riverbank.
>You examine the shore thouroughly.
>There are no berry bushes here. 
>A couple bears are in the river, just standing there, looking downstream.
>It doesn't take long to see how they get food here.
>It's almost ridiculous - the fish are practically jumping in their mouths.
>You watch for a long while, envy and hunger burning in your gut.
>It looks so damned easy!
>Eventually, the bears get their fill and leave.
>One of them looks at you, but seems completely uninterested.
>Likely stuffed with fish up to it's ears....
>You stand on the outcropping a while longer, your emotions raging while your head is empty.
>Without thinking, you stomp down to the riverbank, looking around.
>There are some fish bones and nasty leftovers scattered around.
>There's one that's practically untouched, though, just cut open with a few bites taken out, almost like it was left for you.
>You stare at the fish, wondering whether you're really about to do this.
>Your stomach growls, a sound you're very familiar with.
>BUCK YES YOU'RE DOING THIS

>The first bite is terrible, as you get a bunch of scales in your mouth.
>Undeterred, hold down the fish with your hooves, spitting out the scales and going for the flesh.
>It's... not the worst thing you ever ate.
>It's not good, but you don't think you're going to throw up or anything like that.
>It takes a while, but eventually, most of the flesh is stripped from the fish.
>You stand there, thinking about what just happened.
>You lick your lips. You taste blood.
>For the first time in a long time, you feel full.
>Not simply satiated for a while, but really full.
>No wonder these bears like the fish so much.
>And it looked so easy to catch it!
>Your gaze is drawn towards the river.
>You can actually see the salmon jumping over the rapids, right there.
>No, Sunflower.
>Don't be crazy.
>...
>All aboard the crazy cart!
>You wade into the river, careful not to lose your balance on the stones.
>It's a bit deep, but you find a shallower spot eventually.
>You stand in the freezing water like some idiot.
>You hope no one is watching. 
>Something flashes in the corner of your eye.
>A fish!
>Too far, though.
>A few more fish jump through the water to either side of you.
>You lunge towards them, but your reach is too short.
>Then, a fish jumps right at your face.
>You actually shout in fright, opening your mouth.
>You get a mouthful of fish.
>It's slimy, wet, and VERY wriggly.
>Your first instinct is to spit it out.
>But a flash of anger passes through you, and you grit your teeth in rage.
>You're not going let anyone die of hunger, yourself or others!
>Gritting your teeth helps you clamp down more firmly on the fish's tail.
>You blink for a moment, wondering what are you supposed to do next.
>Probably get out of this river.
>Once you get to the shore, you remember that you don't really have any sharp claws or tools to cut the still-struggling fish with.
>You decide to gallop back to the rest of your tribe.
>The looks you get when ponies see you carrying a weakly-struggling fish are priceless.
>Everyone is utterly flabbergasted, to say the least.
>You carry it where ponies are making dinner, finally spitting it out on a table.
>"What the hay, Sunflower?!"
>That was Allspice, one of the cooks.
>"Not hay, fish," you say smugly.
>Before they can get too disgusted or throw away the fish, you immediately launch into your explanation.
>The fact that you were willing to follow a bear earns you a lot of respect from the rest of the ponies.
>More ponies join the forming crowd to listen to you.
>Some gag and make sounds of disgust when you describe chewing on the dead fish, but you persevere. 
>That respect you earned probably goes a long way to explain why they even consider your proposal.
>Also the fact that eating the fish didn't seem to make you sick at all.
>After some more reassurances that you're fine, all eyes turn to the fish.

>It stopped struggling, likely suffocated. 
>Ponies shuffle awkwardly, unsure of how to proceed.
>You try to remember the way you ate the first one.
>The scales on the outside were unpleasant, like the rough, inedible skin of a fruit.
>The guts were slimy and nasty and you ignored them.
>The flesh was pretty good, though.
>A few ponies step up, not cooks, but ponies who used to be fighters.
>They gut the fish awkwardly, but in the end, you're left with some fairly nice-looking cutlets of meat.
>Then there's another round of shuffling as none of the ponies dare to try it first.
>You roll your eyes as you try a tiny bite, showing that it's safe.
>A couple more ponies take tiny bites, chewing on it experimentally.
>When they don't throw up, others look more interested.
>But Allspice intervenes, scoffing loudly.
>"Oh, cut it out, you savages! Of course it's not going to taste great raw! "
>"Now, I haven't got the foggiest idea about cooking fish, but let's try adding it to the stew I was making and go from there."
>The ponies agree, and eagerly await the results.
>It's... good. Honestly quite good.
>Obviously, one fish doesn't really feed anyone, but lots of ponies try it, just to make sure it's good.
>There's already plans being made to go fishing tomorrow, with all the important elders and warriors asking you for details and advice.
>You feel awkward for being called a hero, but you agree to lead the ponies to the river tomorrow.
>You no longer feel terrified for the future.