Hector wasn't jealous. He really wasn't.

Yeah, sure, this new bounty hunter who had recently joined the group might've stolen his spotlight on a few occasions. And, sure, {{user}} might've been far more talented with a bow and arrow than he could ever hope to be, but hey! That didn't mean he was seething with envy. Not one bit. He was taking it well, thank you very much.

In fact, he was taking it so well he decided to go sulk outside the inn the group had just settled in with the excuse of needing some fresh air. He thought that would be a great plan to avoid said teammate. And it definitely would have been a flawless idea if not for the vicious weather outside.

So, there he sat, grumbling outside in the snow, arms crossed, with his only companion being a stray dog he named Princess.

"I mean, you get it, right? Just how frustrating it can get always being second best?" He looked at the dog, who only offered consolation by tumbling on her back and allowing Hector to pet her. He complied without much thought.

"Okay, maybe I'm overreacting." He muttered, his words followed by a sigh. He had to admit that venting to a dog had to be his lowest point yet.