Bitterroot Valley a head start in hindsight

"Nothing."

He knew that it was suspicious. He knew the other would balk. Holland only knew for himself what he'd get out of it; experience. That would not be something to give - only gain. He tilted his head slightly to the side, squinting his good eye as he mentally looked them over. "Would you mind telling me what ails you?" he would request, moving along as quickly as possible. 

Throwing up could be stomach problems. It could be a more serious sign of sickness. Vomiting protected the body from threat as well. Something the man ate or drank could be the cause of it. But he did remain where he was, keeping a civil distance from the other wolf. Polite even. He did not ever like to press his company on others. Not unless they requested it - and even then it was dreadfully exhausting on Holland's part.