So you are leaving then?

He's still Kenneth here since he hasn't arrived at the North yet :)

Though he didn't show it, Kenneth was sad that he couldn't spend more time with his nephews and nice, Damien, Cicero and Potema. But then, they didn't know their father anyways, he'd left like the irresponsible bastard he was before their memory of him were firmly planted in their heads. They were better off without knowing their northern lineage, without knowing how their father was like, without knowing that he was related to them. They were living happily enough without knowing who he was, he wouldn't like to ruin it now.

After the howl rang through the air, Kenneth looked back once before trotting away at a slow and steady pace, so he would not grow tired easily. The journey North would take sometime, a few weeks at best, and he wouldn't want to waste his energy so soon. This departure reminded him of the time he left the Roman Legion, though this time wasn't as hard as the last. 

A low chuff caught the black male's velvety ears and so the exiled prince paused, conflicted, not knowing if he should turn around or keep going. He had the choice now, he was a loner after all. Finally, with a long inaudible sigh, the northerner turned around and waited.