It wasn't worth the potential sickness. Besides, he couldn't be that far from the city, could he? Maybe just another day or so. He'd have clean water there. This water could be unsafe and give him a virus. Stomach flu would not help him.
He looked into the water and noticed a few flickers of fin, a swish of a slimy tail. Now it was time to catch some dinner.
Koda found a sizable stick and sharpened it with a jagged rock. He was a city boy, but he was also smart. He then stood at the river bank, poised like a snake ready to strike, and held the makeshift spear above his head, waiting for the right moment.
SPLASH! The stick struck the water and hit the pebbles below. No fish. It's alright, he told himself, and righted himself. A glistening body slid into view. SPLASH! Another miss. He tried not to get discouraged.
It took hours before he considered stopping. His hunger drove him further, telling him to keep trying. Eventually, his efforts were rewarded. He struck down and felt something under the end of his spear. He pulled it out of the water and revealed a small, measly fish wriggling on the stick, spraying him with slimy water.
Now, to make a fire. How do you do that again? Kodiac looked around. "Aha!" He exclaimed and grabbed two rocks. He gathered some wood and made a crude fire pit. Then he crouched on the ground over it and hit the two rocks together.
Nothing happened. Confused, Kodiac struck again, and again, and again until his paws were sore. Was he doing it right? Why wasn't he getting any sparks? He angrily threw the rocks into the river and buried his face in his paws. He didn't belong here. He didn't know anything about the woods. Sure, he got a fish. But it took hours and he couldn't even eat it. He looked up. The sun was going down. It would be another cold night.
Try to make a fire — Give up on the fire