His head tilted when Louie said he'd have to leave the mushroom behind. Othello happily picked up his pumpkin by the stem and motioned for Louie to do the same with his mushroom. He wouldn't be offended if the fox carried it in his mouth, but what if the fox was simply lying to him and didn't appreciate his gift as much as his led on? Othello's eyes narrowed a bit, but the foxes voice caught his attention and he stopped as told.

Turning to look back at the fox, he turned completely and tilted his head again, wondering what he was doing. He looked to be struggling and he frowned, but what could he do to help? He didn't even know what he was doing. Anything? After a long time of watching the fox struggle with whatever his problem was, he finally asked where they were going. To see Odyssey and Iliad of course, if he could find them. Specifically Iliad, since this fox resembled him some, but he heart ached to see Odyssey too...

His whippy tail wiggled at his heels before he turned and motioned with his head to come with. He would lead the way, but was Louie okay?

"Speech"