He crouches down, putting himself on eye level with the hound. (There might be a certain fatalism to it -- if the dog's going to attack him, it won't make much difference how high up he is, will it? He won't be able to fight him off.) The closeness gives him the chance to see the broken fetters, though. And he hums softly to himself. Hmm.

"That's interesting, innit? Nice boy like you." Still so cheerful. "No collar, either."

He offers a hand, upturned.