The Dragonborn didn't stop running until the walls of Solitude had faded into the distance. When they had he slowed down, but only slightly. He wanted to leave all of the cities of Skyrim behind. They were far too full of crazy people who were always yelling at him to go do this thing or go get that thing or go save this person. He was sick and tired of it all. He had been born into a family of hunters. He was used to the quiet of the woods, not the constant noise of Skyrim's capital city.
He had been wanting to escape to the woods for a while now, but with the Moot happening, he thought that it would be rude of him to leave. Now that the Moot had been decided and Ulfric was High-King however, there was no reason for him to stay. He had lingered just long enough to congratulate Ulfric, and then he had left.
The crisp fall wind felt fabulous on his skin, and the clean air tasted sweet on his tongue. The air in the city had tasted, dirty somehow, and the tall buildings had blocked most of the wind. Out here the wind was free and so was he. A deep sigh of relief escaped from his lips as the Dragonborn pulled out his bow and searched for something he could shoot for dinner. With any luck, it would be at least a week before Ulfric called him in for a new mission. And he intended to spend every single second doing what he loved far away from all the crazy people.