Travel in the human world was not like her own. Many places had such a wide expanse and diverse methods of travel — running, carriages, mounts. Koto had never known a car or a plane in the Makai; generally, her own feet had carried her wherever she needed to go. More often than not, she would become a fox again, darting through the wilderness with ease and passing by the taller of demons with a certain discreetness that her nimble form allowed her.
But humans were not like demons. They weren't swift, and travel on foot took a long time. Almost every venture required a vehicle, and Koto had no way to bypass such norms. It would attract too much attention to travel in any way she was used to, but that was fine, and she could adjust. She enjoyed planes far more than cars; they sated much of her curiosity about being in the air, as nervous as they made her feel sometimes, but by the time Jin came along to take her soaring in the sky, she knew that planes were obsolete compared to the real thing.
Still, she sometimes missed the freedom of running place to place. There would be days that she, on occasion, would steal away before the rest of the world woke to abandon everything so she could run wild in the forest of Genkai's property, relishing the feel of the wind in her fur and the scents that reminded her of home.