He had been told all his life never to go to enter the human kingdom. That humans were nothing but ugly brutes, and that spirits were not to mix with their kind. He has also been told not to play with the animals, to stick to his area, but he didn't follow those rules. Why would this be any different? He's quiet as he takes his father's cloak, draping the hood over himself and climbing over the kingdom wall. He had seen it in books, but actually being there was a whole other matter. He looks around, the towering hand made brick and terracotta buildings, shops, streets, wagons. His tail flicks excitedly under the coat. He starts wandering the side walks, watching the people as they pass. The humans are wearing extravagant things, big poofy cloths and tall hair. He tilts his head at one of the women walking by, with blonde hair that stuck straight up. His distraction was quickly paused when someone ran into him, falling to their butt. He makes a surprised noise, looking down at the human.