As day breaks, SecretOwl finishes his breakfast and feed Luna and Solaris. He checks their magickly infused collars and ensures their paws are clear of any cuts or barbs. Placing a hand on each of thier heads he whispers, "Alright guys remember, we're headed underground so watch for falls and sharp rocks. And critters. Who knows what's down there."
As the Hounds eat he restrings his bow and ensures his daggers are placed in their hiding spots. He hopes there won't be any combat, but he knows that's an empty wish. If the Dwarves are even still down there, who knows whether they are still sane. He can't even imagine living underground for so long.