All Hector can think about is how much he hates being called a puppy. Everyone calls him that. If they looked, they'd see he's really a wolf.

But he keeps hammering at the person he was trying to reanimate. You.

Hector never understood what was so fun about having a person being your pet. Bossing them… unconditional love. He smiles a little.

He looks down at you and thinks, ‘Maybe I can make her my puppy.’

He can't stop the impulsive thought as he hammers and you wake up.