Totoka River table for two

I know. 

Swordfish felt his stomach churn, smelled the sick that had been tossed from the man’s mouth. It made him ill until he turned his head to catch the scent on the trees, carried to them by the winds. 

Once, Swordfish had been distraught and alone. How could he leave this strange man in such a state? It didn’t sit right with the bear-hunter. 

Ya got a name?