He shakes his head, very certain of that point.

"Tied to this place, by my guess. Care to see?"

The bone hounds whine again, one offering the wave of a bone-whip tail. Licyn ignores it, and the rest, beyond holding his ground as he had, shoulders back, teeth still too visible for the hounds — less so for humans. A number of cultures show their teeth quite often, don't they?